Will Look Like
Tuesday. I did take those naps I talked about taking yesterday. Naps in the sense I would lie down and drift off for perhaps an hour, three naps during the day and then to bed by ten, up this morning at eight. Is that not enough? Sleep? Have I not been sleeping well? I think I know the difference. No alcohol yesterday, did that help? Seems OK this morning, the head in its usual bifurcated cement state, but otherwise life is OK. Breakfast as the usual café. None of the ladies who work there said they had family in the Sichuan area of China where they had the earthquake. An email to Ms. V similarly hoping her family was OK. She's not from Sichuan either, but you never know.
So, we've over the “aching this and aching that” crap? We're getting on now with art and life?
Art and Life and Breakfast: nature's perfect trinity. Some include Love and Two Dollar Gasoline, but some can never be satisfied.
I suspect I'll watch the rest of the third season of The Wire later when the replacement disk arrives from Netflix. Is this something an adult should be doing on a sunny Tuesday afternoon? I would think so, given the other options I so often entertain. A walk downtown to have lunch later would get the walk in, the temperature reasonable out there now although they're talking about temperatures in the low nineties starting tomorrow. Warnings have recently been released to the wider public: “heat wave on the way”. I have a fan. I'm prepared. A man with a fan and season three of The Wire under his belt can probably withstand most anything and, should he be in denial and push come to shove, there's an air-conditioned theater down the way that provides free popcorn during the week and a senior discount.
Later. Three DVD's and eight hours later the third season of The Wire is now history. It's midnight now, time for bed. Not such a bad day, although it seems rather warm here in the apartment. I wonder what ninety degrees will look like tomorrow? From the inside of a theater.