Wednesday. Lights out late and then to take another hour to get to sleep, wondering if the long session on the tablet had something to do with it. Late, OK, but why so much trouble drifting off? And then, why would I awaken at five-forty and think it was six-forty and I was running late, seeing the error just as I was putting on a jacket to head out the door at six? Another attention span glitch. Seeing five-forty and thinking six-forty and not figuring out the error from the radio program I was listening to. It wasn't Democracy Now!, but one that starts at five, the program host's voice not like Amy Goodman's.
That is a little weird.
Maybe just not enough sleep and so up in a fog, but odd. I'd say troubling, but we'll get to troubling if it happens again.
Anyway, all three papers were sitting at my door when I'd picked them up in preparing to leave just before six, all three having arrived what I thought at the time was early. I was still a fog, the time glitch and all, and so back to lie on the bed to wait until six-thirty to walk to breakfast in what I thought by then was reasonably good order.
Had the hamburger patty, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Hungry, hadn't eaten all that much yesterday, the papers filled with the wine country wildfires. None of them contained, all of them full tilt burning, two hundred square miles in size with up to three thousand homes and buildings destroyed. All this just north of here in a place I'd lived for over ten years.
Walked home, took the usual couple of snapshots, futzed around with the journal entry when a (light) ocular episode developed. Lack of sleep? Took thirty minutes lying down for the head to come back together. When's the last time I've had one? I'd been thinking it had been some time, maybe it was letting me know I still needed to be careful.
Couldn't hurt to lie down again.
Later. A slow afternoon and so spent most of it between lying on the bed watching whatever on the tablet and checking on the PBS news and such, my usual afternoon routine. Decided not to get the Protime blood thinner test scheduled for today and get it tomorrow, drive the car if there's quite a bit of smoke in the air. Some smoke today, but nothing like many other areas around here. They're saying the winds will change direction tonight and bring the smoke directly to Oakland. The television news photographs of the fires, the many fires, are sobering.
Evening. To sleep early. Watched Midsomer Murders, the first half, anyway, checked Charlie Rose at eight just to see who he was interviewing, figured I'd catch up on the rerun tomorrow, and decided to finish Murders. Still tired, better than this morning, but still tired for what seemed so little that might have caused it in these last twenty-four hours.