Sunday. Lights out probably too early, as I awakened at five-thirty, to then lie in bed and listen to the news on the radio before getting up finally at six-twenty to take the blood pressure - 105/79 - and get ready to drive to breakfast, skipping the blood pressure med and planning to take it this evening instead.

Overcast on the drive to breakfast, arriving just before seven, getting out of the car with camera and papers to try the restaurant front door just as their cook arrived on his bicycle with the key in his hand. Kismet.

Ordered the two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee for breakfast and delved into the papers, finishing at nine to head for the car after snapping a picture of the Lime scooters sitting for the first time on the sidewalk across from the restaurant.

And I had, of course, been debating whether or not to go by the supermarket before driving home - I really could get by in delaying it for another week - but opted to go and get the usual list of things, but forgetting the cereal. Remembered the milk, but not the cereal. Picking up sake didn't even really come into play.

Home to take the blood pressure again at nine-thirty: 100/67. Good. It was 78/55 at this time yesterday when I was feeling (for good reason) wobbly (to say the least), and so we'll see how we fare through the rest of the day. There's a Salsa dance being held across the street later at the lake and so I'm guessing I'll go take pictures.

Later. Lied down on the bed and watched another episode of the Korean series that was released today. Moves slowly with some of the cultural differences that drive you up the wall, but interesting none the less. One I'm sure I'll finish where I've skipped many others.

A walk over to the lake at one-forty to see if the Salsa people had setup at one, first checking to see if the bicycle was still sitting underwater near the edge - it is - walking on to find a small group dancing to a disk jockey setup.

Still, somewhat surprised to feel a little wobbly and so back to the apartment to measure the blood pressure again: 87/64. What? Felt wobbly, but that low, that wobbly? Measured it again three minutes later: 90/69. Plunked down and watched U.S. Amateur Tournament for an hour or so to then measure it again at three-thirty: 119/71. Then again at four: 119/66. At five-ten: 117/77. Seems it's going to be as flighty and unpredictable as it was the last time it happened.

Evening. Watched some of the two Elementary episodes that started at four this afternoon and then dialed into a subtitled German police procedural on a channel that showed up recently on the dial and waded through it to find out who'd done the various terrible deeds described. We'll take another blood pressure reading, decide if we take the blood pressure med or not and then go to bed.