With The Alarm
Saturday. I did watch the first ten minutes of the German mystery last night and decided life was too short to lose the two hours of sleep and so went off to bed well before ten. Didn't seem to help this morning when the alarm went off, so another hour went by before dragging myself out of bed. Tired. My, my. Where have I heard that before?
Anyway, off to breakfast, no need to feed the meters at least and returning home by about nine, overcast but with some hints of sun. They're saying seventy degrees later, so we should be looking at a good day ahead. Why not? Whether the coffee or the waffle with fruit turned the trick - who knows? - I seem to be reasonably coherent. What to do? Something, I'm sure. We'll figure it out.
Later. No naps, but a walk over along the lake to take snapshots of the group practicing their dancing. Maybe not dancing, but it wouldn't surprise me if they were exercises for the dance. There's probably a name for it, about dance I know zip.
On to and through the farmers market to the bagel shop thinking I'd have one of the yogurt cups if they were still available. They weren't, too late in the morning, the yogurt section was empty and so a walk back to have two scoops of ice cream in a cup at the ice cream shop.
Bagel shop? Ice Cream shop? They have names, do they not?
Noah's Bagels. The ice cream shop, actually they call it a yogurt shop, I don't recall.
Anyway, back through the farmers market again, on by the dancers again and home. Nice day, nice walk, although the sinuses were unusually active, the ache better described as a certain amount of pain there for the while, even having taken the extra pain meds.
Home to futz with the pictures, which I much enjoy. For snapshots they turned out reasonably well. If I'd been more ambitious I suspect I could have put together something quite a bit better. Oh, well, I do take the candids I shoot at festivals and parades more seriously and prepare. If I were twenty again with my head in the place it is now I'd be sore tempted to not just do it better, but do it right.
Hindsight is....
Yes, yes.
Later still. A decent afternoon. Not doing much, listened to Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs all the way through, haven't done that in a while. Reminded me of earlier days in the seventies when listening was the norm. Some of energy of the period appeared too. Doodle-dee-do.
Evening. Nothing on television for my ever so discerning palate and so we'll probably go to bed, read a couple of things that arrived today, check out a movie on the tablet and then see if we can't get to sleep before ten. I'm mildly curious after last night to know if I'll be able to get up with the alarm.
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