today, wednesday...

Yesterday so proud of myself for steering the post away from complaints and into a likeable and possibly funny tract on getting books to read. Not so funny today. Yes, I did go back to the bookstore and bought Five Days: the Reckoning of an American City, the book that explores the aftermath of the killing of Freddy Gray in Baltimore. But nothing has caught fire for the rest of the day. For some reason, my body has felt fatigued most of the day, so I have not been far from the apartment. Why? Is it because I am awake by 4:30 A.M. and today was getting coffee at 5:30. Is that when my body is strongest? Is it because life is so focused around the apartment anyway, that fatigue just comes with it. How can i go out to Williamsburg or Bushwick in the early evening if by 4 or 5 I just want to read and rest?
  Had a strange dream this afternoon. I am three feet off the curb of a street, in front of a bus stop. It is dark. I seem to have dropped a cup of take out coffee in front of me---I see a bus and car approaching and know that I must get out of the way for the bus. But I am having trouble picking up the cup of coffee--it is hot and filled---I hate it when the coffee maker fills the coffee right to the top--I struggle to pick up the coffee, regain my balance and move out, meanwhile I see the bus and the car waiting for me to get out of the way. I think that the bus driver must despise me for being in the way. Feeling humiliated, I begin to pick up the cup when---I wake up! Why such a dark and odious dream?
  So there you have it---the weekend approaches with its fourth of July holiday on Saturday. The city will be hot!! I will have the book I have just bought and probably one or two others to keep me company. Travel to another borough? I hope so---but everything is day by day.