Thursday. Didn't spend any time with the tablet last night with the lights out after nine to then have another wake up in the middle of the night series of episodes that resulted in my awakening finally at seven, forty-five minutes later than the target. Hi, ho. They talk about sleep troubles as you get older. At least these things don't happen too often. Please.

Another overcast, but not quite as cool morning, walking half asleep to have oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, my usual table taken by earlier arrivals. No big deal, sat at another table, had the breakfast, read the papers and walked home with a clearer head and better attitude. They're saying sun later this afternoon, so I suspect I'll be getting out and about somehow. Somewhere. Later.

Later. The sun burning through around one and so a bus to the City Center to get a box of Good & Plenty. That's all I could think to get me out of the house. Still, better than sitting here inside, the “get out the door” monster isl evidently not to be denied.

A walk then to the Broadway and 17th Street construction site to take the usual set of pictures, asking myself as I sat on the bus that had arrived just as I'd finished, not so much why am I taking these pictures, as why am I then not doing a better job at getting more interesting (to me) results? Take more time. Think. Try stuff.

And the answer?

Lazy. Not motivated enough. The brains leaking. It takes time to figure out the construction images our eye is seeking. Took a while (years, actuallyt) to figure out what is was I liked in the pictures I was taking at parades and such.

Evening. Spent the late afternoon and early evening lying on the bed watching stuff on the tablet. Skipped Democracy Now! to get up and check out Charlie Rose to see what he was talking about before heading right back to bed. Don't want to turn the lights out too early and end up last night's results, but then again tired and ready to go to sleep.