Wednesday. To bed and lights out early enough last night, awakening and getting up at six, a good half hour before the alarm. Felt fine, probably got a good night's sleep from the way I've been feeling throughout the morning.

A walk to breakfast and back to start the laundry. Just like that. I could have delayed another week, probably more, but felt it would make for a novel change to avoid delay and so just trundled it all downstairs to the laundry room, filled the washers and pressed the button. All of which appears to have come about without loss of life.

Later. The laundry done, folded and hung by noon. A walk over to the apartment house construction site to take today's pictures (I couldn't skip documenting their progress coating the building), but decided to skip heading downtown to photograph Latham Square. Not this afternoon, not after laundry, we'll catch up again tomorrow.

Later still. Watched half dozen things, pieces of half a dozen things, on the tablet. No thought to go anywhere for lunch, we have plenty of stuff on hand for lunch. Listened to the news as we always listen to the news throughout any given day and surfed the web.

And that's it?

Must be. Sounds a bit like most every afternoon around here except for the laundry and yet even the laundry has its place.

Evening. Watched Democracy Now. OK. Six-thirty. Stay up until eight to see what Charlie Rose is up to this evening? (I've had to look up his name on the KQED schedule perhaps half a dozen times in this last month, an “interesting” indication on the direction my memory is heading.) Probably something on the current state of the Iran nuclear agreement. Let's hope it comes to pass, but let's not increase our frustration and stay up to watch.

All of which means in the great scheme of things?

To bed early again tonight.