A long day’s journey into night
I have a faint, fading memory of a chirping sound that used to regulate my sleep cycle. No bird; this was a tiny electronic bother that I purchased back in the last century, when Radio Shack supplied most things electronic. I still have it, but I hid it deep in a drawer and haven’t depended on its alarming nature for years. Coincident with retiring, actually.
What I’m getting around to, by a long path, is that I used to get up in the morning, and get out of the house before retail hours. Now, not so much. In fact, that I went to the store at 07h30 is a salute to guests who actually like a hot breakfast (we ran out of eggs).
Turns out that the store is pretty much the same place, whether I show up really early or really late. Same people at the cash. Their day must get painfully long, waiting for clients that want eggs at dawn or gas at dusk.
We had our breakfast, (my second of the day), and then after doing taxi service to the shore, I went back to my quiet time. Just me and the dog, waiting for emergencies (there were none). An incentive to continue study (it didn’t work) . Beyond that, hardly a blip on the activity scope (I don’t have one of those, either).
This evening, the others have gone off to a drive-in theater, and I’m left wondering if I should watch a movie or simply turn in early. I did get up this morning, so I can excuse myself.
