Thursday. To sleep around ten to awaken at six-fifteen, the time the alarm would normally have sounded if I'd bothered to set it last night, this being Thanksgiving Day and the morning restaurant is closed. What to say? Slow getting up to get the papers, make the bed, do the usual routine before seeing if I could track down a news station on television. The France 24 station came through, although it's been hard to receive lately. One hour it's fine, the next the screen goes dark, my attitude toward avoiding cable might have to change one of these days if this remains the norm.
Looked at the new phone again in better light, wearing glasses this time. With glasses, the ring/silent switch and volume buttons are in the same location as those on the old phone. Embarrassing.
We do a lot of embarrassing around here.
Later. Football games on television. OK, watched some football. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike later in the afternoon for a pint of strawberry ice cream to discover, from a series of temporary cardboard no parking signs, there'd been an Oakland Turkey Trot 5K run earlier this morning down by the lake that I'd been totally unaware of. The photo up top and behind the title were taken at the 2018 event, but it hadn't occurred to me it was running today when I selected the photographs yesterday. Such is life these days, I guess.
Walked home from the look-alike, ate the ice cream, watched more football and took an hour or so's nap, head foggy, ambition nil. Probably a little depressed on this day as well as tired.
Evening. Stayed up until eight to take a look at this week's episode of Vera, thinking I'd probably seen it before and what the hell, I was tired, tired all day, so to bed to listen to the radio until after nine when I turned radio off and lights out, thinking early or not, we'll see if we can get to sleep well before ten.