Monday. Lights out after nine (I think) to awaken then at six after a reasonably good night's rest. I think. I don't really remember the timing, but seems about right. Sunday nights are generally crap for something to listen to on radio. I think.
Memory that bad?
Well, you know the evenings just tend to all run together and, unless there's something that stands out, it's easy to forget unless you make a special effort. He said. If that makes sense.
A walk with the eyes watering to breakfast to have the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, sliced bananas and coffee for breakfast. Read the papers with interest and then headed back to the apartment, digging into the pandorea vine with my hand to show the one half hidden flower in evidence before walking home to the apartment under a clear and sunny sky, albeit on what they say will be a colder day.
Nothing on the schedule, the sinus-upper palate is aching a bit, but otherwise the attitude seems good and the head relatively clear. We'll see.
Later. A quick walk out and back, but otherwise another day spent inside. It is cooler out there, the walk to the construction site up my block to check to see if they'd started any visible preparation outside the building down below that fronts along Grand, but nothing to show. A short walk then halfway down the hill to take a single picture from above the parking lot. People about, the day is indeed nice, but again, a high of sixty degrees and so back to the apartment.
Evening. Watched part of the Father Brown episode at seven, realized I'd seen it before and so turned it off and headed for bed thinking of turning out the lights not long after eight. Am I that tired?
It's true, I'm not. Reasonably clear headed and reasonably energetic throughout the day, but unreasonably avoiding urges to go out.