Wednesday. Lights out at ten to still awaken at fifteen minutes to six and so took my time getting up and setting out for breakfast on a cold, but not all that cold somewhat overcast morning to arrive at the restaurant, finding a man seemingly asleep on the sidewalk. Or dead. Or hurt. Or what?

He turned out to be a moral lesson for me in that I looked at him, he seemed unhurt, but then I did nothing more than take a picture as he was lying there before entering the restaurant. Turned out the owner had already called 911 and a firetruck pulled up five minutes after I'd arrived, but why hadn't I talked with the owner first thing to mention I wasn't sure of the man's condition? I'd taken a fucking picture, but that had been it. There were other people walking by on the sidewalk, people who'd passed him by as had I, but that's no excuse.

And so?

Something to think about as I ordered another single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Another morning over the papers, in other words, but with a disturbing lesson added. What would I have done had I passed someone in the same situation, but without others passing him by? I want to think I'd have checked to be sure he was OK and I think I would, but again, something to consider as I read the papers.

Intermittent clouds and some sun while walking home with more opportunities for pictures this morning, in the sense I took the usual series plus a couple of more that presented themselves, the ladies dressed in their white sails by the lake, for example. Oh, and another selfie in the apartment house lobby, my mood and energy evidently much better than it had been yesterday.

Which brought me to yesterday's entry, abandoned early on before I'd set out to the Broadway ATM before noon and then walked back home after taking another series of pictures at the nearby construction sites at Webster and Valdez. I'd just zoned out when I got home and hadn't done a thing in finishing the entry to the point I'd blocked out the earlier trip to the ATM. Or something like that. “Zoned” out rather than “blanked” out is the better description. Just wandered off happily into the sunset.

With lights out at ten.

With lights out at ten.

Later. Another memory “glitch” snapped into focus this morning. I've been tussling with what I should send my sister for Christmas (she'd given me a nice Christmas sweater when I was with her over the Thanksgiving holiday) for several days now and then, today, I realized/remembered I've always sent a card (and cash) to my nephew for Christmas and that's been my gift. Why would I not remember that as again, I've been doing it now forever?

A walk to the card shop, then the bank, then two scoops of ice cream at Dreyer's on the way home to prepare the card for mailing in the morning. How many years have I been doing this? And I forgot?

Could be alcohol withdrawal. Maybe pick up some sake.

You're testing to see how far over the edge I really have gotten.

Evening. For some reason the mailman didn't pick up the card when delivering the mail this afternoon and so we'll mail the card at the post office when returning home from breakfast tomorrow morning. To bed early, lights out after nine. Let's keep the days no weirder than this day has been, at least the head can argue it's been clearer than it has in recent days.