Full sun. Rich blue sky. Cool enough. 67 degrees F. Up and at 'em.

The pounding started at 8AM. Outside the hallway door and outside the patio door. Later investigation reveals work going on in the apartment across the hall, and the regular guys putting up new black railings on the apartment balconies across the street. For now though, back to bed to shiver and need to pee and finally give up and get up. Teeth. Eyes. Hair. Tape on nose, 'cause glasses poke holes. Sunblock on nose. Etc. Weather forecast says cool, so long pants, long baggy top, phone, ear music, sunglasses, walker. Out the patio door. Wave to new batch of fat black ladies on balcony across street. They wave back. One point. The sky is deep blue from horizon to horizon, (I assume, I can see only above me.) It is gorgeous. Turn the corner toward the back. All the wires overhead, no idea what kind, but they are all glowing silver in the sunlight. I think, I wish I could paint this, but I store it in my head. All the flowering plants are just past their prime. The blossoms look a little tired on some of them. There are new ones though, Purple, no idea what, but fresh. Like sticks pointing to the sky with tiny purple blooms along the stem. Bright. Something weird looking about this page. Formatting different. Moving it over to my Google Docs to finish. Walking in time to my music–thanks kids–I warm up quickly. Feel like I could walk without the walker, but afraid to go this far with no place to bail out. I need a "walker". Pace person. You know, like leading marathoners have. Or blind runners That thought prompts a little gratitude. Not falling to my knees and thanking you know who, but glad I can see. The guy sitting on his patio at building 1 is there. He almost always is. I feel obligated to go that far so we can wave wildly at each other. Well, full disclosure, I wave wildly, and he gives me a sort of Georgia driver lift of two fingers. Google gave me a suggestion for word placement in that previous sentence, and it was better and said it more clearly, and I accepted it. Approaching the current century warily, but sometimes willing to try. I will no doubt revert to Luddite posture toute suite. Later.