Friday. Lights out at ten to get, I hope, a decent night's rest. We'll know soon enough. Awake at six-thirty and out the door to walk to breakfast to have their chicken-apple sausage, eggs over medium, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee, the weight on the scale right on the mark this morning was the thought.
Read the papers, documented the four cent increase in gas prices along with taking the rest of the usual pictures routine on the way home, although I won't be able to process or post them until the computer is fixed. Cross our fingers on whether or not replacing the controller will fix it when it arrives next week.
A March For Science at the lake tomorrow, although they're not planning on marching, as well as the Cherry Blossom Festival starting in Japantown over these next two weekends. Let's hope I have the drive to photograph both, including the parade. Wouldn't want to bet.
Later. The usual screwing around to include starting a movie on the tablet. Feeling good and so finally out the door to the lake to end up sitting in the sun, nothing you would call exercise. Took pictures, but again, frustrating if you can't download and process them on a computer.
There is more than a little frustration in this.
Evening. I happened to bump into Trump's news conference on television where he announced the Syrian missile strike and found it hard to listen to his we're the good guys, they're the bad guys routine, turning away from it in frustration. So started the evening.
Watched the first bit of the Inspector Gently episode at eight, which I immediately remembered I'd seen before, but didn't recall how it ended. Didn't need to know how it ended and so to bed to listen to the radio news again, listen to what they're saying about this thing in Syria and Trump's news conference.