Saturday 29th September 2018
Dutch: Zaterdag 29 September 2018
0100hrs: Woke up, the mind almost alert straight away, but uninterested in anything at that time, other than to get the two graphics I started yesterday finished off? No meandering off on complex subjects or galimatias this morning.
Getting my heavy but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand recliner seemed to take little effort. Off to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks done.
Started the computer, to finish off the two outstanding graphics for the diary headers…
Come to think of it, their CEO, Michael T Fries, does look like a Mafia Boss, doesn’t he?
I did the last two graphics updated on CorelDraw.
The internet stuttering eased off, and I pressed on with finalising the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Once again a messy affair. Tsk!
Not so many Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles around at the moment. Good!
Got my first mug of tea of the day, and started this post off.
Took this photo from the kitchen window.
Then, concentrated on getting the drafts made up.
Five an a bit hours later… I got them finished! Phew!
Prepped some bags for the chute, and made up a large recycling bag to go down with me when I leave. (But I never did leave)
Got mushrooms sliced and in the crock-pot on a low setting.
Back on the computer.
After 0630hrs, I leant out of the kitchen window to take these photographic efforts.
The one on the left here was taken blind, upwards to show the new balcony pods with their multiple thick bars that block out the light and view.
Then on the right, another blind shot down towards Chestnut Way below.
The reason they were both handicapped in being taken? The new windows with the sticking out ledge means I cannot see below, as the opening in the window is much higher than the old one. Which were heaven for any budding photographer.
One heck of session of at least six hours or more was spent on the Diary-Top-Graphic creating. So glad I got it done, but the concentration seemed to take a lot out of me.
Did the Health Checks and had a sit-down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and had an iced lolly and took the medications.
As for what occurred then, I think I must have slept a lot, for few memories remain until I was eating a right odd mess of a meal?
It felt like I was in a dream or something. Or, fell asleep?
I suppose I could have had a blank period.
Not much of the meal was eaten. I consumed half of the pork pie contents, a few slices of mushroom, two tomatoes and a third of the rye bread slice. I threw the rest away. I was just not hungry. My having nibbled during a memory-blank or not, I don’t know.
When I took the things into the kitchen, I did find the biscuit container with suspiciously, few bikkies in it? Haha!
Got settled to watch some TV, and the nodding-offs and waking ups started repetitively.