So now it's just after twelve, the day bright and overly warm (as it was yesterday), some thought to go out for lunch. (hup!)

Later. It is indeed warm out there, but not nearly as warm as I was thinking. A slow walk over to the morning café for a grilled cheese sandwich, ice cream and lemonade. Sugar enough to last for a week.

A single gosling was swimming near the lake shore as I was passing, a flier taped to a pole that for some reason caused me to take its picture, otherwise nothing to report. I think I'll experiment with the guitar, but after a nap. It's that kind of a day, in May June.

Later still. Another nap. I could say it's odd, two naps on a slow no effort day after a good night's sleep, saying it for the umteenth time..., well, as I just did. Anyway, feel better after coming to. Otherwise, more time on the guitar, a Maigret episode at six which I generally watch. These are made in the fifties and there are very few television shows or, for that matter, movies from the fifties I'm willing to tolerate anymore, but this one I seem to like.

Evening. Another short nap feeling like crap, up to take another dose of the pain meds, the head and the attitude turning around in about thirty minutes. Those pills? I'm not sure, I've never really been sure how well they really work, if they really work, but something did the trick. We'll leave it at that.