Friday. I did bail on the Sherlock Holmes episode last night around nine with lights out well before ten. Awoke at five-thirty, unfortunately, but up and out the door without undue damage, the sky clear, another nice day ahead. He said.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, just one and two tenths of a pound over the target on the scale. Read the papers and headed out the door by eight-thirty having arrived somewhat earlier than usual. Yes, the same pictures, the pandorea vine now sporting a half a dozen or more flowers. Won't be able to look at them until the computer gets fixed. Unfortunately.

Started the laundry. Didn't hesitate taking it downstairs once I'd hung up my coat, although I'd been thinking earlier of putting it off until Tuesday. The controller card isn't going to arrive today, but Monday as they'd promised. Coming from the east coast and not, as the last one was, from nearby. Such is the luck. At least the laundry is underway.

Later. The laundry was washed, folded, hung and done (along with the socks) by noon and so a walk over to the lake to sit in the sun for ten or fifteen minutes. Had the camera in the backpack, but didn't take it out, even when passing an egret fishing close to the shore. I suspect I would have if I were able to process them on the laptop. Excuse enough, I guess.

Evening. Settled in finally with a new Netflix series on the tablet, a German hospital serial set in the 1880's that was both interesting and at the same time put my teeth on edge with the attitudes expressed toward patients and their suffering. I'm not envying people who lived in Germany or one suspects anywhere else in the 1880's.