Thursday. Yesterday's finish was rather abrupt after a distinctly different afternoon and evening, feeling tired and “funky” on top of an unsettled stomach. A good night's sleep for all that, awakening at six-thirty, taking my time getting ready to head out to breakfast, running half an hour late under an overcast sky.

A large breakfast for having visited the supermarket on Sunday, bringing back food items I don't usually have around. I've usually gained weight during these periods, a pound or two, before the weight dropped back again when all of it was consumed. This time I've been eating in the same way, still like a pig, but the weight seems to have actually dropped. One-fifty this morning on the scale, losing a pound. Doesn't make sense, but still hungry and so I guess the large breakfast.

The walk home, the air nippy, too cold for any prolonged exposure in a light weight wind breaker and long sleeved shirt. Feel better now, sitting here in front of the computer, but the days have definitely been uneven lately and I'm having thoughts as to what I may need to think about doing if this up and down stuff gets worse.

We are worrying?

Just turning over options, still short of “worry”.

You use an awful lot of “quotes” lately for a non-worrying mind.

Later. A walk to the lake to take pictures of the sidewalk construction to find it looking as if it might be finished tomorrow. One last connecting strip to lay before they're done.

A walk then on to the café near the fitness center to have an ice cream sandwich and coffee, the idea of going for ice cream and coffee needed to get me up and out the door to take the sidewalk pictures. Silly, but silly seems to fit the description around here much of the time.

Still overcast as it approaches two.

Later still. An enjoyable enough afternoon. Took more of the pain meds, but with or without them, the afternoon was better than yesterday with it's funky ending. Watched television, futzed around on the guitar, listened to the news, listened to Democracy Now and then went to bed early and the tablet. Nothing on the tablet.

Evening. Nothing on television. Doesn't surprise me since there was little enough on television that drew me in when I was in my 30's and 40's. There was that decade and more when I didn't own a set. More a fit of pique, perhaps, that just happened to drag on for decades.

Decades?

Well, there was a period in the 70's when I decided to get (actually rent) one before Ms. C arrived during one summer, thinking she might appreciate having a set while she was staying with us at the Rip Off Ranch on Potrero Hill, but otherwise pretty much so. Cranky even back then, one would imagine.