Friday. Lights out before ten to awaken at five-thirty. Didn't move more than a muscle until after six, but I guess that was enough sleep as I'm feeling pretty clear headed and not overly tired. Of course it's ten in the morning as I write, could hit the wall by noon and have to crash for a nap. As we have so often in the past.

Added a sweater for the walk to breakfast, but found the air relatively warm and so nothing much in the way of watering eyes or the nose acting up. Had the avocado and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, as the weight was looking closer to target on the scale, as if that really mattered, and so on to finish the papers and walk home taking the usual pictures.

Nothing on the schedule today, but it is a Friday. I haven't been downtown to the City Center since I can remember, maybe use that as an excuse to go downtown? Feeling, as stated, clear headed? Have a salad? Babble on hopelessly about heading somewhere else?

Later. OK, another tired afternoon, heading over to the 7-11 look-alike to pick up an ice cream sandwich and eat it on the way home, taking a camera in hand this time, but keeping more aware of the street than I might otherwise. The clarity and clear vision I talked about his morning was nowhere to be found.

Evening. Another day much like yesterday. Didn't stick my nose out the door again, looked at the first five minutes of Doc Martin on PBS at seven before deciding there was no way I wanted to watch it, headed for bed and watched a movie instead on the tablet. Well, the first episode of a series on the tablet, deciding I didn't ever need to watch any of the episodes that followed. At least we're not hearing rats scratching in the walls or seeing strange faces peek at us in the distance. One must count one's blessings in this getting older racket.