Nothing...

...is what I have to report tonight. The day began with a mild disappointment and suddenly it's 8:58 p.m. and that's all I can really say about it.

The weather has changed. It's chilly and windy here. The predicted rain is moving by some miles to the north; the skies are generally clear.

Thus the disappointment: I shortened my morning walk because I don't enjoy walking into that cutting wind off the ocean. There were a couple of added disappointments, but they have become almost routine. When checks are so long overdue, why waste energy getting upset when they don't arrive yet again?

Worst of all, I have a mild cold. Nothing to do with the recent unpleasantness, but the same dumb damn cold I get whenever there is a radical change in temperature: stuffed sinuses and weepy eyes, and a loss of energy.

I'm hoping it will be warmer tomorrow. The only thing I know to do against feeling lethargic is to go out and push things a bit. Walking five miles would do it, but I'll be happy with three. I get angry with myself when I give in and sit around idle, as I did today. I don't need to be mad at me; I'll leave that to others.

Fortunately, I noticed a good book on the shelf this afternoon that I haven't read in years. Time to give it another go.

And that's the way it is.