no right turn on red

 

Two o'clock in the morning, heading for three o'clock, and it's 87° out there. The moon is high in the west and lighting up the Bay but I'm not going out into it. 

Maybe later. 

Slipping, and it's way too early, and we're not going to church until ten-thirty this morning, so a mug of hot & black decaf along with a sandwich of muenster cheese on Pepperidge Farm extra thin white bread in case the body wants to slip into PPHypoT and put me back down for an early morning resumption of a night's fitful half-sleep. Why fitful? IDK. Why slipping? IDK for sure, but one can take a guess that it's related to the number of Times the Earth has ridden me around the Sun since 14 September 1935.

Muenster cheese: never had it before, Linda bought it Friday at the TAFB Commissary, their Freedom's Choice brand. "A semi-soft white cheese, American muenster is thought to be an imitation of German washed-rind münster cheese from the Alsace." I don't think so. We are sort of into trying different cheeses. My aged tastebuds may be slipping, but I prefer cheeses I can taste, otherwise it's just calories and fat, isn't it.

With fairly decent cheese &c selections, the Commissary tries to include offerings of products that service members remember loving from tours of duty in Germany, Japan, and such; but Fresh Market at PCB, which is closer than Tyndall even if the traffic is more exciting for elderly drivers, has the best evolving cheese selection in the area. I enjoy slowing down at their long cheese display with an empty shopping cart. Always a tempting selection of olives too, sushi, and check out the seafood and meat.  

Life, even my life, is not about cheese this morning, though; and, yes, I feel the PPHT kicking in. Don't fight it, eh?

Life seems to be slipping slowly into where to drive, and when, and what route to take so as to avoid turns with no traffic signal. 

Later: moon low in the west over St Andrews Bay at 3:56 Sunday morning, 18 August 2024.

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Back to sleep at four o'clock. Now seven almost eight o'clock and counting.

RSF&PTL

T88&c