Sunday. Watching the last half of a Law & Order episode on television last night the story drifted through the Looking Glass and I found myself in an all too familiar, but not recently familiar, weird ocular episode, finally figuring out what was happening and getting up to turn everything off and get into bed just after seven. Slept for two hours when I awoke wide awake and clear headed again. Woof.
The bagel with cream cheese? We'll go off those two scoops of ice cream and the bagel with cream cheese for the while and see if it stops these things from happening. Fewer and fewer of them anymore, but still, they're ultimately not much fun, even if they are weird and unique. Weird and unique can only take you so far.
Wide awake again at nine-thirty in the evening after two hours of sleep, I continued reading the Elmore Leonard Pronto, coming within fifty pages of finishing. Haven't read Leonard in a while, maybe check the book shelves for others I've read. We'll continue on and see how the next two books - these written, I believe, about the time the six season television series was started - take it from there.
Didn't turn out the lights until after midnight, but did finally get to sleep to awaken at six, getting up, getting the three Sunday papers together (throwing out the ads) and driving to breakfast. No sign of runners during or after breakfast, saw what I thought were one or two coming down the course as I was turning off Grand on the way home, so we'll get out there soon and look for photographs.
Later. A walk over to the lake where the first few runners started to appear coming around the lake and then more and more as the hour I spent photographing them passed by. It's good for candid portraits, what I'm after, although you shoot quite a few more pictures to get one you like enough to include on the web sites. I've generally gotten two sections at these Running Festivals these last several years, but this year one. No complaints. An hour isn't enough time.
Back to the apartment to lie down and finish Pronto, the last “scene” in the book similar to the first scene in the Justified television series. “Bang! bang! your dead.” Took a look at the second book and it turned out to be a collection of short stories, one of the stories titled Fire In The Hole introducing the Boyd Crowder character and seems to mirror the Justified story as it begins in the first season. So we'll finish reading it later this afternoon. One thing about short stories: they're short, don't take long to read.
Later still. Started processing pictures after finishing Fire In The Hole, looking out the window to see they'd had some rain while I was reading and the marathon still running, coming up with that but one section of photographs. Too few good ones, the others OK.
Fixed pasta with clam sauce for dinner. Haven't had it now in some time. Probably for the best as I tend to get into food ruts, too much of this, not enough of that. Still running under one fifty-five in the mornings, have no idea if that's good or bad, but at least all the clothes now fit and the too big ones have been long cleared from the closets. But I believe I've mentioned this in the past. More than once.
Evening. Tired after last night. Finished the short story and started Raylan, the third book in the series, but we'll put off reading any further until tomorrow. Lights out tonight before ten. Get back on schedule.