Wednesday. An atypical evening and night. As mentioned, suddenly felt clear headed with energy in the very late afternoon and evening to the point I watched a couple of movies on the tablet and didn't turn out the lights until well after midnight. No excuse, but I'd discovered two Korean movies starring an actress I've always liked - quirky, odd and downright weird movies it turned out- and these kept me wide awake until late.

One would assume you'll pay for that today.

One would, although I awoke a good half an hour before the alarm this morning wide awake and ready to roll, headed out the door and on to breakfast and back clear headed and up for whatever the morning may hold. Except for the laundry. We ducked out on that.

Later. A good hour's nap, actual sleep. Or close to sleep. Up to head downtown again at one in the afternoon to get off the bus at Latham Square and take the usual photographs before heading to the Rotunda building for another raspberry shortbread cookie and coffee. Oh, and an almond Biscotti. Saw they had them after I'd placed the order and added one to the check.

A walk to the building elevators and up to the third floor, taking the stairs to the same window. Photographs similar to those I'd taken yesterday. The Oakland City engineer mentioned in an email this morning he might be able to find another vantage point that included more of the work site, so maybe he/we will.

Anyway, down to the street and on to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription refill, a couple of more pictures along the way, caught a passing free Broadway bus to Grand and then walked to the apartment house construction site to take more photographs before arriving home. More walking than I did yesterday, less sleep last night, but I feel much better for the wear and tear. Go figure. I can't.

Maybe best to just let it lie.

Then what in the hell am I going to write about?

You could get a life.

Evening. Turned off the tablet and got up to watch Democracy Now at five-thirty, thinking I'd cook up some pasta (with red clam sauce) for dinner. Still eat too much of it, but not nearly as much as I did in the past. Which is probably to the good. Anyway, about the time the pasta was ready I'd entered into another ocular incident and dinner became more complicated than anyone would like.

The head was scrambled for about an hour, some thirty minutes of that hour more scrambled than not, better now that we're watching Death In Paradise that started at eight. Change the pace, do different things, get out of your rut? I'd go for it in a minute if we could exclude these ocular migraines (or whatever they are) from the bunch.

At least they don't come along as often.

Not nearly as often and for reasons less than clear, but when they do come, they come whenever they want.