Wednesday. Lights out by ten, up before the alarm, off to breakfast and back in good order. So there. For the maybe the hundredth time. Hard to screw that up with too much babble, empty headed or not.

And so we start another day. Tired again, but off on a bus to the ATM on Broadway, walking back to the apartment and stopping to have a sandwich and cookie (with coffee) at an outside table in front of Coffee With A Beat. They make a good sandwich.

A second stop farther on to take today's apartment house construction site pictures, the sun shining, the temperature up high enough to no longer need the light weight (black) summer jacket I was wearing, to bed then when I arrived home to lie down, let the tiredness and slightly distorted vision of the day cool out. Up now at three in the afternoon to listen to the News Hour and pick up thinking again about where this journal is going, where it's gone.

Evening. Cut out in the middle of The News Hour and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening watching things (too many episodes of The Good Wife for one's sanity, I'm afraid) on the tablet, realizing I'd been skating along near an ocular migraine since I'd returned from the downtown, maybe an effect of eating those two strips of bacon at breakfast? Or that cookie with lunch with the chocolate coating on one side? I guess. Hard to separate feeling tired from these other symptoms. We'll think about this journal, where it's going, where it's gone, but tomorrow, with a clearer head. One would hope a much clearer head.