Thursday. Lights out early managing to avoid (for whatever reason) the intermittent sleep I'd experienced the night before to awaken at six-thirty and just stay in bed. For another hour. The morning café isn't open today and so took an hour or so to get my head around getting up. Tired after what I'm guessing was a good night's rest.

Had pasta with red clam sauce for breakfast and did a ragged edit of yesterday's entry before posting, but then hearing amplified music, voices and a shouting crowd coming in from over by the lake and so picked up a camera and walked over to see what was up. The #OAKTURKEYTROT. My, my. I'd heard a mention or two, can't remember where, but hadn't realized they were going to build the finish line beside the white pergola at my end of the lake. So a few pictures before heading back to the apartment to lie down for a nap. Tired. On Thanksgiving. As it starts.

Later. A slow day, overcast, some thought to go by the 7-11 look-alike for a pint of ice cream, but wasn't willing to get it together to actually go out the door and do it. Psychologically tired rather than just physically tired because of the holiday? Does tired come in flavors, each one suited to a particular day, time or situation?

Maybe best you take another nap and clear your head.

Evening. Television and tablet throughout the rest of the day. Nothing on television (that I can remember, as usual I'm writing this the next morning) and so lights out early. If we're tired we might as well make good use of it.