Sunday Nothing on radio on Saturday nights and so lights out by ten to awaken then in time to listen to CounterSpin at six and then TUC Radio that followed. Which is good. Up to drive to breakfast, receiving two copies of the East Bay Times but no copy of the Chronicle this morning, both copies of the East Bay Times in their red plastic sleeves making me wonder what causes the delivery guy to now and again make these mistakes. Ah, well. Arrived at the usual time and settled in with but two papers. Not the end of the world.
It was quite cool, I'd worn a winter coat, but also comfortable enough now under a clear sky and a bright sun, ordering the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee, finishing by nine. The usual three pictures on the way to the car, driving straight home to take the selfie before settling down at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post and then begin here. Goes together more quickly when I come back having taken but four photographs.
Later. A high of seventy-six degrees at around one, the weather people saying more than a week of even warmer days on their way starting tomorrow and so (what else?) watched football and not much else through the afternoon.
Evening. Took a look at Last Tango In Halifax and watched it most of the way through. Every character is going through or talking about some trauma or other that's befallen them which, I assume, is the driving idea behind the series, the driving element in the story line. Probably why it's popular. Anyway, bailed before it was over and went to bed. Evidently there's only so much angst I can handle before I give up and head for bed.
You do “go on”.
Probably for the best that I stopped drinking. Not sure I want to know what “going on” would look like if it were augmented with alcohol.