Some high clouds, but it looks like sun for the rest of the day, so we'll think about coming up with something clever to do later. A trip by the construction site (no doubt) with a dogleg over to the lake to look for Hank or something similar for a picture to start the morning before getting into the heavy lifting required in coming up with an idea for a place to go or something attractive to have for lunch in the early afternoon. Life does become more complicated as you age.

Later. So, to head out the door or take a nap? Maybe just lie down for a while? We decided to lie down for a while and swim through the foggy fog, feeling much better when we got up. No sleep, but whatever it was, it seems to have done the work.

Now a walk by the construction site to find they'd put plastic on the large mounds of dirt and were working on the far side doing something that involved digging and futzing with the wood barrier. Not a whole lot of people at it, but work being done.

Over then to the lake to find little going on. A picture from a distance (we had the long lens on the camera) of a photo session in progress. Looked more like a selfie than a shoot. On farther to find no sign of Hank but gulls fighting the wind diving for something near the surface, a fair wind, the sky overcast, a little cold. No pictures. Back to the apartment.

Another day of indecision leading out the door finally, again by the construction site and on to the Perkins stop, a bus from there to the City Center where I finally decided on a roll of Necco wafers and an ice cream sandwich. So much for so little. A cup of coffee then out in front of the bagel shop before heading back up Broadway (through Latham Square) to the Webster Avenue stop on Grand. How many times have I gone through this exact routine in the past?

Back listening to the news and start on the guitar. We'll see how far we get with the guitar. Yesterday was a good day, lots of time spent in practice, but will this apparent energy last? Add some tension to the day: how long on the guitar, what (other than ice cream) for lunch? Questions that deserve considered answers.

Stop. Just stop.

Evening. So we watched Charlie Rose at eight without too much damage, switching to the Danish police procedural at nine (a more sane woman chief of detectives than some of the others) and then Elementary at ten. Yes, I debated staying up that late, but knew I was going to watch the damned thing unless something unusual happened. Like getting really tired. I didn't get really tired. Again, it's an odd addition to the Sherlockian canon.

You're too old to still be paying so much attention to the Sherlockian canon.

Too old or too brain addled?