Saturday salute

 I'm always startled by how quickly dusk comes in the fall. Even though I know the changes happen in that 6:00 goes to seven it just seems that now it just gets dark so quick it blows me away. It's been a good day Sunshine wise the day could have been a little warmer but luckily I was smart enough to wear my long sleeve shirt today. Yesterday I wore a short sleeve shirt and was sorry all day long. I should have changed but I just figured painting was too much work it would make an extra piece of laundry to consider as well come Wednesday. I broke my routine this Saturday as well. I didn't go over to coffee at the coffee shop next door. No particular reason except I just didn't want to sit by myself again for however long I go when I go. I don't think I'm going to radically change my coffee shop attendance but I think I'll scale back until I can find another coffee partner. If I was better skilled in social skills perhaps things would be different but I am what I am. I used to think I was this great social guy but you know I don't think I really ever was. I think I'm terribly shy even though that's hard to believe. So I stayed home listen to NPR messed around the kitchen and the other apartment places. I did some puzzles from my word book and went across the street to primarily get a thermometer but I picked up some grapes as well. I needed a thermometer because during the night I woke and thought sure I had a bladder infection. I don't know if I'm just becoming more and more hypercondriacle but I thought perhaps some of the symptoms I was having was that of a bladder infection. So I figured I would have a fever if I had an infection but when I got up and looked around the bathroom I couldn't find my thermometer anywhere. This was a good enough reason to Sandy to go to the market to find another- - which I did. Luckily I did not have a fever which I think means I don't have a bladder infection at least not significant to the point that it's causing me to have a fever. I just think I make these boogies up during the night when I have too much time to think that's dangerous.

The rest of the day I spent goofing around the apartment and heading out to the patio where I spent time reading. I think I like this new book I'm reading the one by Bill Clinton has another writer who I sort of have a hard time with his writing style. James Patterson is the guy's name and I've read a number of his volumes. He writes very short chapters almost punchy if that makes any sense. It makes for a fast read which I appreciate it just seems weird to have all these one and two page chapters. I think the book would still be as long regardless I just don't understand his writing style. I got this book primarily to see how Bill Clinton writes. You never know how much the person is riding when they team up with a rather proliferous writer such as Patterson. How much of the book is Clinton and how much is Patterson. I'd like to believe that Clinton did most of the writing but I sorry I don't really believe that. The clouds came in high clouds just enough to block the Sun and it really wasn't that warm to begin with so I folded the book and came back to the apartment to enjoy my large screen and do a little bit more binging on Netflix…