In November
Tuesday. Another group of photographs of Yosemite Valley. I'm going to forget about them for a while and look at them later with a clearer head. Well, with or without a clearer head, clearer head being a less realizable condition as I grow older. The sky is really blue at these altitudes, electric with white clouds. Not sure I'd like to live up there in the electric blue for the long haul, not sure why. What did the sky look like in my old family home countries of Iceland and Denmark? (We've got some English, German and Irish in there too, but we don't talk about that.) White snow, blue sky? Maybe that's why we skedaddled to America: the west coast, the ocean. Then again maybe this is the sake talking this Tuesday night, the day winding down, the eye lids heavy, time soon for bed. Blue skies indeed.
Wednesday. OK, breakfast here at the apartment reading the papers, none of this getting up and thinking well, I need to get down there before it fills up with people, so I'd best skip the bath and take it when I get back. And then not take a bath when I get back. Besides, I'm retired now, can't spend all this money every week on breakfast. Need to save it for large expensive don't really need because I've already got two of them camera components. Then again (then again, then again) we're drifting and it's only eight o'clock.
Later. Noon. Yes, noon. After a nap and I'm still tired. To bed last night around ten, up this morning around seven-thirty, a nap around ten-thirty, up at noon. This seems the dominant aspect of this aching sinus-head thing, the aches all packed in a fuzzy headed need for sleep. That sounds like the body hunkering down to let the immune system take care of whatever is going on, I think I'll gear up and go through another set of doctors. Something to do this coming week (if I can remain awake) in November.
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