Flip That Coin
Tuesday. To bed before ten, to sleep whenever it was, up well after the alarm at six forty-five, off to breakfast and back now on a clear sunny morning feeling quite good. Will it last? Who knows, but the laundry is well underway, the head is clear and the attitude improved. Day and night, night and day, predicting the thing is not unlike flipping a coin, you'll know once you're done. We'll say our little prayer and not look back.
Later. The laundry went right along, finishing before noon, it's now folded and hung as good laundry should. A bit of dry mouth, haven't had any of that in a while, not sure what may have brought it on, but a lie down on the bed for about thirty minutes put it right.
The guitar lesson went as it went. I made progress, although my facility in moving between the C and D chords was way funky, more so than I was expecting as I thought I'd gotten it down this last week. But such, as always, is life. More work on Heart of Gold for the next week, we'll improve our strumming and our speed. Hup. We will. He said. As he's said so many times now in the past.
Home, the day warm, the sun bright, the fan doing its job quite nicely down by my feet. Life is good, the head is clear, whatever slight clouds may have passed through at noon are gone, this morning's coin is halfway through its flight.
Evening. Watched the French detective series Antigone 34 at six, but stayed to watch the second episode that plays right after and didn't switch to the Korean soap when the first episode ended as I did last week. In looking at last week's entry to see what I'd written then, I discovered it to be incomprehensible gibberish. Gibberish. Moi? A quick down and dirty rewrite.
This is not the first time I've gone back to a recent entry and discovered it to be but half coherent. We'll get to bed early this evening and see if we can't get up with the alarm, flip that coin again and start.
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