Anyway, yesterday's entry needed quite a bit of work to make it comprehensible, not sure why it was quite so flaky when it was written in the afternoon when I theoretically had a reasonably clear head, but afternoon's here are notoriously iffy anymore. Nothing on the plate today other than guitar practice and the usual walks to take the usual pictures, so we'll just lay back and go with the flow.

Life is too short to deal with a “go with the flow” cliché this early in the morning.

Later. And, feeling ambitious, a walk down to take pictures of the construction crew to find six of the small tractors scurrying about enlarging holes and pushing the dirt into piles for the dump trucks to pick up, a small group continuing to lay plastic both over the cement and along the walls, enough going on on different tasks to realize it's a more complicated undertaking than I first thought and it's going to take a lot more time to pour the entire cement floor. Not an earth shaking realization.

So pictures and then over to the lake to find geese in the usual places, but no goslings. They're probably still hunkered down somewhere this early in the morning. Usually, when I find them, I find them later. We'll look again.

Back to the apartment to attempt a nap, nodding off, but no sleep, up now to prepare spaghetti for lunch and to think about doing something productive, something other than napping, listening to the news or watching television.

Later. More television, no more walks and another two episodes of Longmire.

Evening. A duplication of last night's activities substituting two episodes of a German detective series for Maigret before going to bed and then watching the last remaining episode of Longmire on the tablet, lights out after midnight. I did get long sessions on the guitar. What's a nice late night person like me doing getting up at six in the morning?