Monday. An uneven night, last night, lights out early, but awakening more often than I'd have liked. How's this day going to go with what seems to have been less sleep than needed? Hard to say. Which is why it was weird to feel so obviously good this morning, awakening ten minutes before the alarm was due to sound, up and out of bed feeling sharp, awake, upbeat, and any other upbeat description you might think to add. The day ahead, the week ahead, the life ahead. Hup!

So let's see where this goes, how long it lasts before the bubble breaks and the babble starts. A list of activities I've been avoiding suddenly seem like projects I'd like to start. Right now. Why wait? We'll sit here and settle out for a while, gain balance, but interesting to see this hang dog attitude I've been nursing for so long evaporate as if it had never existed: a new door opening, an old door closed behind.

Maybe we're adjusting to retirement?

Stop right there. Just take it easy, no more babble about retirement, growing old and cranky, not focusing as much anymore on the pictures. You're going to put everyone to sleep.

Including me?

Including we.

Later. A light rain. They're saying it will clear later and we'll have fog and sun for the rest of the week. Fog and sun: the Bay Area defined.

I did get out and over to the construction site to take pictures. Nothing special, but the task completed. The sinuses added a bit of off kilter feeling to the trip, too bad about that, but nothing really upsetting. A brief lie down for about half an hour seemed to bring the clear headed feeling back and I actually got up and hung a framed photograph I've been threatening to hang for months. Some tasks are completed in minutes and seconds, mine are measured in months. Still: progress.

It's approaching noon, we'll see if there aren't other framed photographs we can get off the floor and hang, maybe take a look at my mail-in election ballot, research the remaining questions I have on the long list of propositions. Maybe. But I doubt it.

Later still. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar after taking another dose of the pain meds. Seem to have done some good with the sinuses. More pictures at the construction site since I couldn't stop myself as I was passing it by, back to the apartment feeling OK. We are happy with OK. OK is OK.

Evening. Nothing on television. The Death In Paradise is one I've seen before, probably more than once before and, although I had no idea who'd done it, I wasn't willing to sit for an hour to find out.

And so to bed with the tablet, another Inspector Lewis episode to watch and then to sleep. Whenever. We never know when it is we'll get to sleep until morning and even then we're not sure.