Wednesday. At best an uneven night's sleep last night, to awaken early, blink, still too early, blink, and it was six o'clock. Some tossing and turning, at least what I consider tossing and turning, when I usually sleep like an ossified log.

Still, up and out the door on another clear, they're saying going to be hot morning, arriving before seven, the restaurant open and a few customers inside. Ordered the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast to finish the papers quite early, not that long after eight. Well, before the usual eight-thirty.

Warm walking home under a direct sun, the Ford Go-Bike rack having had but four bikes when I'd passed it going to breakfast and now only one returning home. The book case was gone from the sidewalk down the way, although the papers scattered in front of it hadn't been touched. The usual flower, a bicyclist waiting on the light under the 580 Overpass and a shot of the construction above the sidewalk by the parking lot, completing the interminable set.

A bit of a race to the bathroom, but stopped to take the selfie in the lobby, before taking the elevator to the apartment. Overly warm. (Won the race to the bathroom.) They're saying unusually warm weather through tomorrow and so we'll probably hunker down inside again, but after lying on the bed for five minutes, the head seems clear and the energy if not bubbling, at least seems good.

Later. Ninety degrees this afternoon with the humidity (fortunately) at twenty-four percent. I can remember days in New York when it was ninety-nine degrees with ninety-nine percent humidity, don't want to think how that would feel now at my age. Of course I've been sitting here inside in front of a fan and so really can't complain or, more likely, don't want to cop to it. Best to read rather than experience temperature and humidity numbers like these on the web.

Evening. Watched the Swedish Johan Falk episode at six, only to realize I'd seen it before as it was ending. How long ago had I watched it the first time around? Three months? Six months? Ah, well. Watched the Dutch Baantjer Mysteries – The Murder Aboard The Cargo Ship that followed at eight, a little better, the weather web site saying it was still seventy-nine degrees at eight, seventy-five at nine.