Thursday. Lights out and to sleep before ten to awaken then at six on a cold, didn't really want to get up morning, to walk to breakfast under clear skies and watering eyes to arrive at close to seven and find the restaurant up and running.
The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing by a quarter to nine and walking home, noticing the four cent increase in the price of regular gas and so crossing the street to the gas station to photograph the sign. On then down the sidewalk and home, the sun bright, the sky clear and, as I believe I've mentioned, cold. Another selfie in the lobby and then up to figure out what to do with yesterday's entry, most of which I hadn't finished. Was yesterday all that fuzzy? Must have been, as I wasn't willing to do more than write a beginning.
Pretty much the way it goes everyday for the writing, does it not? Why all the carping if you're not willing to do anything about it?
I have no idea. Who are you again?
Later. It takes all of five minutes to walk up my street and take a picture of the nearby apartment house/condominium construction project, but I've been avoiding it now for these last nine days. This delay finally got to me and so a walk to take a picture that does show there has been some progress.
Evening. The usual time on the tablet to get up and check out another episode of Vera on PBS that turned out to be another episode I'd seen before and didn't remember the who, what, when or why, but remembered the beginning scenes and learned again how hard it was for me to make out the accents, missing half of what was going on, although the direction was clear. Relatively clear. For about twenty minutes before I bailed without regret and climbed into bed with the ever present tablet.