Thursday. I forget when I turned out the lights last night, but awoke at six feeling pretty good and so up and out the door to walk to breakfast, the eyes watering a bit more as either the temperature was cooler or I wasn't dressed as warmly as I should. Or both. Whatever.

I'd walked by this yesterday morning on the way to breakfast, someone who'd left what I assume was a workable microwave oven on the sidewalk thinking, if I was thinking, there were better ways to get rid of it. Someone had taken out their frustrations on it last night and so a couple of pictures both going to and coming from breakfast.

Had the French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, still watching the weight, read the papers and headed back home taking, what else, the usual pictures. Why not? I enjoy taking the usual pictures.

Nothing on the schedule for the day, the sky still overcast as it approaches noon.

Evening. The afternoon has gone quickly, the result of sloth I suspect. Just, you know, lie down for a while, listen to the news for a while, check this or that on television for a while and suddenly it's time for bed.