Today started well: seventy pages of a library book and a little solid language app distraction. A bit of torpor got between me and obvious exercise, but remedies remain available the next couple of days. Between bad stretches at work, I kept getting up to go look at the new moon.
Other than last night’s time out singing and listening to others, I’ve been spending slightly more time at home. Now that’ll change, and it’s just the way the week swings within my calendar and schedule. Midweek will be busy but, more importantly, it’ll work if plans come through.
Today’s views were better than they’ve been in several weeks. I kept noticing things off to the side, just beyond wherever I was: multiple raptor birds flying over San Pablo Dam Road east of El Sobrante; a bicyclist rolling to a stop to use his phone; a sunset San Francisco skyline.
I broke part of a screen for a kitchen light fixture, but wiggling the bulbs inside brought them back to life from a half flickering state yesterday. Then I calendared an appointment for next week, spoke with the maternal unit, and got back on the bike without bursting into flames.
Drove into work for the second time this week and ran a couple of errands on the way back, including topping off our car’s tank. Across the street, I saw the welcome sign that lets folks know they’re entering my city leaning against a fence looked like it got sheared off its base.
Another of those days that starts with too much breeze, not enough sun, a deficit of hot coffee and a surfeit of events in the path of getting things done. But somehow the papers keep escaping from the printing presses, slipping into plastic bags and landing on, or near, doorsteps.
I like to think I can handle the sun in whatever dosage and exposure chance may provide, that it’s a nice-to-have, an elective. Most days, I even believe it. So when I drive home and catch a patch of sun against a building in a way I’ve not seen in a while, I nod and keep it moving.
We thought briefly about movies, swept up, did laundry, moved a few boxes around, then rested and felt the sun shine through our balcony window. Finally we ordered a takeaway from the spot and got snacks from the drugstore. Now I’m marking Sademas with album relistens, as you do.
I’ve fallen out of a Sunday morning habit, and haven’t gotten back to it since Christmas weekend. But I’m still trying to be in Oakland for a few hours, and maybe one other day. At least there was decent sleep to start, bacon and coffee early in and some fun in standard tuning.
It started early with a bunch of vivid dreams and a test, a bit of driving around and a clean-up on the home aisle, a steady build to a successful finish of a long delayed reading assignment and seeing a few folks. Now, to tend to my sore non-throwing arm and get some real rest.