Friday. To sleep sometime around ten or thereabouts to awaken at five minutes after six. A good night's rest was the thought, probably because I awoke bright eyed if not bushy tailed and got right up to head out for breakfast under cold clear skies, the streets and sidewalks seemingly as empty as they are on a weekend. People are taking the day off was the thought, many fewer cars parked along Grand as is the case on the weekends. Doesn't matter, just interesting, and so arrived before seven to find the restaurant open with people inside and so settled in with the papers.
The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, pancakes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. A full pound under the target weight on the scale this morning, although that's not the reason for the pancakes. Finished up by twenty to nine and walked back to the apartment on by the school, remembering to shoot a picture of the Grand Lake theater marquee, their political message more terse than usual this time around. The scooters parked by the lake and then the selfie in the lobby when I arrived, still feeling pretty chipper, although still had the usual aching sinus-palate thing and some slight visual distortions going on. Those have been with us since the damned operation and now staying around I'm guessing forever.
Still, nice to be clear headed, what passes for clear headed these days anyway.
Later. More football through the early afternoon with a short lie down and listen to the radio in between before a walk to what turned out to be the local Domino's for a personal size pepperoni and mushroom pie to take home for lunch/dinner. How long has it been that I've had any pizza? Months, certainly. The idea usually doesn't appeal. Really doesn't appeal and, I suspect it will take more months before it happens again.
Learned there was a Washington - Washington State game playing when I got home, already into the second half, but watched it with some interest anyway, the Huskies way ahead, but being an old Husky that seemed a good idea. A rivalry, yes, but I don't remember it being that big a deal when I was in college in the sixties. Maybe it was, I really didn't go to the games when I was in school more through lack of interest than lack of money for a ticket. Six years during a period when we had a winning team and I didn't go? Well, watched sometimes on television. I think. They must have broadcast them.
What was that about?
Evening. Stayed up until eight and watched the first twenty minutes or so of Inspector Morse, decided life was too short to watch more and headed for bed to listen to the BBC News at nine before turning off the radio and lights by nine-thirty again. They're saying we have a week of rain coming up starting tomorrow, but starting later in the afternoon and so it will be dry first thing in the morning and we'll be walking. Then again you never know.