Wednesday. Lights out before ten to pretty much sleep straight through until just before six and so listened to the five minute KPFA news and then Democracy Now! that (what else?) went through last night's State of the Union business. Colder than yesterday was the thought and so up to quickly make the bed and put on the various layers of clothing needed to warm things up. Off to breakfast to arrive just before seven, the restaurant open for coffee and preparing to serve breakfast. Cold, though, eyes and nose out of whack.
The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, going through the papers in some detail and so not finishing up until just after nine. Still cold on the walk home, the face in the selfie taken in the apartment lobby looking like a plowed field just before planting.
Better than meteor craters on the moon.
Later. Pretty much bright sun all afternoon, what I could see of it from the bedroom watching this and that on the tablet, which is to say nothing, the curtains being closed and all. Not sure this is something one should admit to, young or old, but it's the truth, doodle-dee-dooth.
Evening. Stayed up to watch Midsomer Murders at eight if only because it was an episode I'd not seen before and they'd replaced the Chief Constable Barnaby character with a new actor, introduced without any real explanation as Barnaby's cousin.
Watched it through, interesting to some degree, although it was played more for humor than I'd have liked. One day I should write a detailed critique, more to make sense for my own edification than anything else, and I would, if I weren't so unapologetically lazy these days.