caused, I am afraid, by my desiring and ordering a large piece of Cheese Cake yesterday evening at Lansdowne Road, while I was watching the ball games. What happened was that I ordered an avocado salad---so easy on the stomach---really nice---but I wanted to prolong my stay at the bar and I was experiencing a "sugar fit", at least that is what I seemed to feel. So I ordered the cheese cake, it came with whipped cream, which I did not send back, and I ate it with great enthusiasm--why not, since it tasted so good. Then had a nice conversation with another bar patron named Eric, said hi to my friend Mel, the waitress (checking in with her is why I chose to come to the bar in the first place) and decided that since my stomach was "stacked" (at least that is what I felt) I would attempt to walk home from 44th and 10th, where the bar is, to my apartment in the seventies. No problem, did it easily, it was not until I woke up this morning that I felt the pressure on my stomach, also felt full and bloated. May not take in anything solid at all today.
All this was compounded by what I like to refer to in my life as a "rough night" that is a night where it was hard to sleep---up a lot around 3 or 4, and hard to just go back to bed. Now I am tired (surprise, surprise) and when my turn at the computer is finished, I will probably simply return to the apartment and try to rest (and cope with the heat).
The beginning of August, tomorrow, I suppose you might say the "last" month of summer, at least for me. Still struggling with too much time on my hands during the day---lack of sleep does not help---not sure how to solve this problem. Anyway, the rest of the day will be improvised---will check in tomorrow.
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