life in the past tense

I usually try to write this journal in the present tense. Both in the sense of the language and when it's written. I like it best if I take notes throughout the day. Sometimes right on this 'form' if I'm in my office or just scribbled in a notebook if I'm out and about. But the last couple of days got away from me.I actually took some notes and lost them. And although I found them again they weren't very instructive.

(By the way, I also found some notes that were completely unreadable. So odd that I look back at that day in my journal to see if I was drinking heavily. These notes appear to say 'Somet crushed in their area. Wines everywhere for compotes. Looking at a canyon w/ middle eaten folk.' Then I realize that these are really notes about my dream of the morning of the eighth. Which you can go back and read if you care to. I think it's funny that I can't read my own writing a few days later. Or sad.)

The short version of this Tuesday is: I did a workout with the usual exercise bicycle (45+ minutes) and some lower body weight machines. It was my friend SuRu's birthday and I went to lunch with her and seven other women. We went to Z'Tejas. The food was good and the waiter annoying. (None of us cared about his career, financee or any of that.) I had Ruby Trout with rice and vegies. For dinner I had salad and carrots and cheese. I drank Echinecea tea to ward off the whatever. I visited my dad and got his tax info to copy and give to the CPA. (My dad and I stood at his back door watching golden finches eat thistle seed which he complained was three dollars a pound.) I worked on a book for my great nephew, a counting book. I watched bad network TV, read newspapers, worked a crossword puzzle.