Tuesday. Lights out around nine-thirty to awaken at six-oh-seven, eight minutes before the alarm. OK, up and out the door to walk to breakfast, the sky overcast (what else?), the temperature good, arriving before seven, finding the restaurant doors open and the first waitress setting out tables in front. Good. Settled in to read the papers and clear the head, which is most often foggy on the walk. Certainly more so than on the walk back.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers, finishing up before eight-thirty again and setting out for home to take the usual snapshots, the flowers below the Lakeview school badly cropped.

You could go back and recrop the image.

I could.

On under the 580 Overpass, a snapshot of the construction above the sidewalk on Grand near the apartment, no scooters sitting waiting by the lake and finally a selfie in the apartment house lobby mirror before wrestling with yesterday's entry and posting.

A conversation with self about doing the laundry. This went on for a good five minutes before the body just took over from the mind and trundled the first two loads downstairs to the laundry room. Surprised myself.

Later. The laundry finished by noon, although the socks haven't been folded and put in their bin yet. Otherwise too much time spent lying on the bed watching a series on the tablet, a series with a balance of the interesting and the dumb, but enough interesting to keep me watching. The dumb is definitely dumb, though, and so we'll not mention the name.

Evening. I've managed to run the tablet battery down as low as it's ever been today with the time I've spent on the tablet. Probably not a good sign for getting out the door or getting anything done here in the apartment. But not unusual, I'm afraid. We do go on about it.