Monday. Lights out at pretty close to ten to awaken once or twice during the night and then awaken for good at twenty minutes after six, running a little late, but speeding up and getting out the door by a quarter to seven and arrive at the restaurant before seven under clear skies. Just like that.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because I couldn't think of anything else, finishing up by a quarter to nine and heading out after using their bathroom. Best I had or I'd have been running when I got close to home when the body had figured out it had been fed it it was OK to let go. Life in the fast lane, but not that fast.

Why go there?

Felt good to have avoided a voiding problem.

Anyway, a walk home under a bright sun, another picture of a bicyclist waiting for the light under the 580 Overpass and a photograph of some crap someone had recently left at the foot of my hill. Recent in the sense the little pool of white whatever it is under the bottle was still dripping onto the street as I approached. Why that, why there, who in the hell knows?

A selfie, of course, on the way up to the apartment to address and then post yesterday's entry with the usual wrinkled nose, more we'll do it better tomorrow thoughts. We'll leave it at that. No particular ambition to do anything different today, but then again, who can tell.

Evening. Tablet and television. Not many No complaints.