It Comes
Saturday. Skipped out on Kennedy's Brain last night (scheduled to run until eleven starting at nine) and headed to bed just after eight to then eat up the time watching a Netflix movie (the first half of a Netflix movie) on the tablet. Probably the better choice, although I got to sleep when? Not sure, but I think it may have been later than I'd like.
Awake with the alarm, but up some forty-five minutes later, heading off to breakfast and back still managing to not have to feed the meters. A nice morning, the sun shining, they're saying up into the seventies again this afternoon. A good weekend, in other words, we need to attempt to take some advantage of it. Hup. And all that stuff.
Later. A walk over to the lake still deciding on which way to take, where to go. Life's usual conundrums. A picture or two to show I was there and the mood was reasonably good.
Ended up walking by the farmers market and then on to Lakeshore to see if the bagel shop had any of those little containers of yogurt/strawberries/cereal in stock, but turned around when I saw all the outside tables filled and a number of people standing in line inside.
Back to the bus stop opposite the Grand Lake theater and downtown to the City Center where I found another long line waiting on the one person serving at the bagel shop. Hmm. Over to the Peet's next door, but again, people in line right on out the front door.
An arriving bus to the 7-11 look-alike to get an It's-It ice cream sandwich (why have I been liking these so much lately when they've never particularly stood out before in the past?) and then the walk home. To take a good two hour nap. Yes.
We are now into the mid-afternoon, the head has pretty much come together (after the nap), although the usual sinus-upper palate thing feeling a bit like a stuffed up nose is still ongoing and I'm not enticed by the idea of getting outside by the really nice weather. Give us a couple of minutes.
Evening. Nada at six, nada at seven. We'll take a shot at reading something in bed. Change comes slowly, but it comes.
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