Monday To sleep a little early with the bedroom windows open to the cooler air, the pollution index well settled in the Good category, to awaken not long after five. Drifted in and out until it was time to get up and walk to breakfast, the air fairly cold, the sky clear, the sun starting to peer over the horizon. Arrived to settle in at my table and start on the papers, all three this time.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, the weight on the scale a little higher than I'd have liked, finishing up under a bright sun at nine to walk home taking the usual set (less one or two) of flower pictures.
Read an article in the N.Y. Times on memory loss and glitches suffered by people who've “recovered” from COVID 19 this morning that got me thinking about my own memory glitches and my overall inability to focus on the writing or, for that matter, filling out the mail in ballot. The ballot's been a hassle as has everything else that requires minimal mental effort. You can see why I was attracted to the story.
You do read three papers in the mornings with what I'm assuming is some sort of comprehension.
Maybe that wears me out for the rest of the day. Pooped by noon.
Later. Nothing I wanted to watch on television other than the usual news programs. No interest in listening to the Senate's Judge Amy Coney Barrett Supreme Court confirmation hearing either and so a whole bunch of watching this and that on the tablet. Yesterday I'd spent almost no time, today we seem to have married the thing floating along in various degrees of fuzzy-headedness.
Evening. To bed early with the bedroom windows open and the fan on at the foot of the bed. Lights out after the ten o'clock news on NPR, we'll sort through what we've put off doing today until tomorrow.