Monday. Lights out before ten to awaken at quarter to six on a clear sunny morning, the days obviously growing ever longer out there as we approach the solstice. OK. Up to walk to breakfast as the sun was rising over the hills, the eyes watering, but not too badly, being relatively warm and all, and the nose wanting to run. The nose in any change of temperature wants to run. Just a bit, blow the nose and it stops, but only until the next change in temperature. As in eating anything at whatever temperature.

Bitch, bitch.

It is annoying, although I'm happy it's only when I'm eating or heading to breakfast, and it appears willing to keep its own counsel for the rest of the time. Still, we go through a lot of Kleenex and paper napkins around here for being a one person's apartment.

The walk home under a bright sun, the head seemingly in one piece. But then I start these screeds thinking that same thing, the head in one piece. We'll see how it sits later when reality has said its piece.

Later. Thought about taking a bus downtown, but walked on by the bus stop and over to the lake, heading to the Lakeshore ATM instead. I'd had the oatmeal and toast for breakfast this morning and so I was hungry, but unable to talk myself into stopping and eating anything on the way over or back. Too often that's been the case. Could have been the wobbly feeling I was experiencing as I was walking, a too familiar condition these days. Hasn't stayed now that I'm back at the apartment, although I did need to lie down for a while to let it clear.

Prepared spaghetti and red clam sauce for lunch. My tastes come and go with these things. Months ago I ate it more often than a sensible person should and then just stopped, starting again just recently, but at a more sensible pace.

Evening. Another evening when I wasn't up for writing here. I should listen more closely, as it's undoubtedly trying to tell me something I need to hear.