Wednesday. A somewhat uneven night's sleep, if the memory is accurate, awakening ten minutes after six to get up and head out walking to breakfast under clear skies on a not overly cold morning, arriving again before seven to find the restaurant had just opened to turn on the dining area lights and settle in with the papers. Lots of stories about yesterday's New Hampshire primary, but few of which I read straight through as I'd been following it so closely yesterday.
The waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up early before eight-thirty and walking home to take pictures of two flowers in their sidewalk planters, of a scooter rider at the Grand Lake theater traffic light and of a bicycle rider at the 580 Overpass, the sun out, the temperature just fine. Another good day ahead, but without the needed rain. A Revel electric moped/scooter parked by Lake Merritt, a closeup of another one on Euclid and a selfie in the apartment house lobby to then finish up and post yesterday's entry, process the morning pictures and take a short nap.
Later. A walk to the post office on the way to the Lakeshore ATM with a camera in the backpack, turning right around and heading back home, stopping to sit by the lake for five minutes to catch my breath. A more than a mile walk, easier to actually get myself out the door when there's a needed task to be done. Maybe do it every day? Pick up only enough from the ATM to buy a single breakfast instead of picking up enough for a week? A way to get the walking in?
You won't do that.
Probably not, but it is something that would work. Maybe think more about it.
Evening. An Haruki Murakami short story “With the Beatles” was included in The New Yorker that arrived today and so read it with pleasure. Running across something like this brings back the years of reading I no longer practice, other than reading news stories online and in the papers.