Friday. And indeed another night with the lights out by ten to awaken at six, still too early by thirty minutes. Didn't use that as an excuse, but walked to breakfast like a good little scout, noting the two cent increase in the price of regular gas as I arrived. A sharper eye and mind this morning. I don't usually notice until I'm leaving and the sun is up illuminating the area after breakfast.
Overcast now, but they're saying sun today and indeed it seems to be clearing up. To Latham Square later? Don't feel like it I must admit, but it's early yet. We'll know by the next paragraph.
Later. Tired. Not sure why, but spent most of the morning and now into the afternoon lying in bed either listening to the radio or picking up where I'd left off reading Raylan again. No thought to go by Latham Square, no ambition to go over to the burger drive-in for a chicken sandwich, although hungry. We'll make do with pasta with clam sauce. Still have quite a bit of it left in the cupboard, a once favorite meal that one day just fell right off the favorite list.
Exciting stuff: successfully climbing out of one of your ruts.
Nice weather, they were saying up into the low seventies today. Still hasn't been enticing enough to get me outside. Hiding inside: lose one rut, gain another.
Evening. At least one of the public television stations seems to have finished its interminable fund raising as it ran a New Tricks I haven't seen before at seven. Which is good. Less good is the fact the series, as it's gotten along with new stories and actors, doesn't seem to develop the interest it did with the old acting crew at the beginning. Hi, ho. No complaints. Better than fund raising.
A Good Friday today. A memory of walking home from downtown Oakland, passing by the Christ the Light church on a Good Friday, realizing it was a Good Friday when I noticed how many people I was passing had a smudge of ashes on their foreheads. How long ago, how many Good Fridays ago was that? One of the things you lose, I guess, the ability to separate out the years. Could have been five years, could have been last year. I guess it doesn't really matter.