Monday. Lights out last night before ten, awakening thirty minutes before the alarm. OK, felt pretty good, no reason to obsess over thirty minutes, enough sleep last night even if awakening before the alarm was set to sound. You'd think. I'd think.

Anyway, a walk to breakfast on an overcast morning, the workers at the construction site arriving as I was passing. But two papers to read on Mondays, the Tribune not delivered on Mondays, a walk then back to the apartment feeling good, a picture of one of the flowers out of habit, a picture of the construction site if only to catch the fellow standing at the top. Some thought to taking better pictures later, getting out with a fresh mind, but we put that thought aside. No reason to beat oneself up over issues we've long ago dismissed.

Later. No nap, but some time on the tablet before setting out to complete our task for the day: file the taxes. Which took maybe forty-five minutes, thirty of which involved going through the pile of opened mail I'd been putting aside to deal with a some point later. Later eventually arrives. So good, filed and done. Life is brighter.

The usual walk over to the construction site to take a set of pictures, one or two workmen visible on the building, but most of them on their lunch break. I could better manage the time I seem to choose for taking these pictures better, but if we're going to be sloppy, I guess we might as well be sloppy across the board.

Still feel pretty good, not at all a bad day, but so far the only walking has been to breakfast, the short walk to the construction site doesn't count. Maybe later? Where to go? I have something to pick up at the pharmacy, maybe head downtown. Why not?

We are babbling.

Still, a bus down, a walk most of the way back? You never know.

Later still. More time on the tablet. Thus has the day gone. There's a demonstration downtown tomorrow, make up on our walking exercise then? Think about future walks on Wednesday? He said.

Evening. Nothing on television.