Thursday. Last night was not an easy night to get to sleep. Lights out at a decent hour, but then watching the clock click off the hours, awakening finally at six-fifteen. It, at least, was right on the mark. For an uneven night, the head seems together, the attitude reasonably upbeat and so off to walk to breakfast and have the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee over the papers. An uneven night, but a decent start as with most of our mornings. Go figure.
A bright sun walking home. I did take a look at the last couple of Februaries to see when I'd first posted a picture of a pandorea flower. Last year's rainy season didn't show any in February, but they did show up for the drought years prior. Not surprising, I guess. There were still but two of them this morning.
So another sunny day, we'll see what it may bring.
Later. Seventy-four degrees out there while sitting around in here with the ever present fan, listening to the usual news programs and taking an hour's nap, “nap” in this instance a floating trip through a feel good fog while hugging a pillow. Same old crap from the sinuses.
Evening. A Catching History's Criminals episode, a series I ran across last week, started at seven, and so watched it with interest, taking a half dose of the pain meds to see if it wouldn't make the evening go more smoothly. Skipped the episode of Vera that followed at eight after watching it for fifteen minutes, more because I was tired and ready for bed. Another day gone having done little more than nothing.
Now, now. No need to end this thing on a low note just because we didn't get outside and take any pictures.
Lack of pictures (and the fuzzy head).