Saturday. To sleep not long after ten to awaken but once during the night, awake for good at about seven after a good night's sleep. I'd guess with some confidence. They seem pretty decent these last whatever number of weeks, not that they were ever all that problematic. Something to write about first thing when you get up, I guess. Something like that. Paying attention to the little things you never thought much about when you were younger, eye-balling them in case they're signs to things to come. Diddle-dee-dumb.
The ground was wet with a heavy cloud cover, but no rain. Looked like rain at any given minute, so a drive to breakfast, although I debated. For a minute. A picture of the gas prices to replace the ones taken yesterday, the gas sign in better light and color balance, the picture behind it now dark and gloomy to match the weather. Odd things we do and think about in the mornings.
Have no plans for the day as it does indeed look like rain, although they're now saying the real rains will come tomorrow. Again, maybe yes, maybe no. They do come, but again, sooner or more often later than the weather people are guessing saying.
Later. Same old battle ship grey day, this day, some sporadic very light rain through the afternoon and so a good time to put together another two sections of apartment house construction site photographs and post them to the web sites. Took a while, but they always do. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and a box of Good & Plenty, but that is to be expected. Habit and routine.
During all of this excitement I listened with one or two things on Public Television news in the background, but then switched a Steven Stills collection, more because it was sitting out by the stereo than any thought for this particular CD. It did bring back old memories without particular discomfort. OK, if we can do this, we can try something really hokey from a much earlier period in the life, a recording of The Merry Widow and then The Student Prince, music from grade school days and later days in both high school and college. Hmm. No apparent damage listening to them either. One of the old movies? When have I watched or thought to watch any of those?
What's this about?
Haven't been able to go back to listening to any of the music, watch any of the movies or read any of the books that grabbed my time and passion in days long gone and I've been wondering why now for a while, wondering more idly than I should, perhaps, but none the less wondering. Maybe, with time - retired, less stress, not many daily demands - the head will find its way by the barricades that seem to have been erected and I can enjoy them again? Can't hurt to try.
Evening. Nothing on television, the PBS stations raising money again (when isn't one of them raising money?) and thus to bed early and the tablet. Nothing I wanted to watch on the tablet and so lights out again early.