Sunday. Awakened at five-thirty, too early, as I suspected I would after turning the lights out last night just after nine, and so took my time getting ready to drive to breakfast on a sunny and brisk Sunday morning. The restaurant was dark, but the door was unlocked, allowing me to settle in at the table to see what the Sunday papers had to offer this first week in December.
We'll start keeping a list of what we had for breakfast together with a note of any ill aftereffects that come on later and finally nail down if what I'm eating brings on or facilitates these vision-dizzy-fuzzy headed issues I've been jabbering on about these too many years. Really find out what might be causing them like a real person should.
How long has it taken you to decide on this?
More than a decade. I think.
Anyway, the single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, now a second entry in that list I'm starting when I finish this. Nothing too surprising in the papers, finished up by nine to take the usual pictures when I'm driving as I headed to the car.
Later. A bath just before the “tiredness” arrived around noon that ended up lasting for four hours. Added this to the “breakfast” notes. We'll see what happens the next time I have the single pork chop breakfast. I avoided them altogether (more for whatever seasonings they were using) when I was routinely experiencing the ocular migraines and they seemed to be one of the foods that brought them on.
Evening. Watched the last quarter of the Raiders-Chiefs game, the Raiders finishing much closer than anyone believed they might, losing 40 to 33, followed by two Elementary reruns. I still seem to be interested enough to watch the Elementary reruns.
This whole entry seems to have been written by someone who's more than half asleep, more babble than anything.
Again, it somehow seems to keep me entertained if, I admit, as well as a bit embarrassed and scratching my head.