Day Goes Well
Tuesday. To bed at ten, up at six-thirty which is closer to the usual schedule. Off to pick up coffee and a Times at the local Starbucks, back to futz with this.
Later. A nice morning, slowly coming up to consciousness, a sit out on the deck in the sun, a sit out in front of the house on their bench by the lawn.
A drive downtown to catch the two twenty-five train. It arrives in Portland out of Seattle at one-fifty with a half hour stay over, so my sister dropped me off at the station to walk into the sleeper car waiting lounge, the car with my roomette turned out to be sitting right outside the station door, so up the stairs, on to the room to sit down and watch the show.
Your attitude seems better.
The head seems clearer, none of the tiredness I rattle on so much about. Maybe it's the air conditioning. Maybe it's the cranberry juice they have available along with the coffee, maybe it's the phase of the moon. We blame a lot around here on the phase of the moon.
Dinner coming up at six, arriving in Oakland tomorrow morning after eight (unless we're running late), so I have to say the day goes well.