Friday. Lights out by nine, radio off by nine-thirty, sleep sometime later to awaken at five-fifty, right on target. OK, the cardiologist's appointment at nine-forty and so set out for breakfast for the first time without a camera in tow, the idea being to take a bus from the breakfast bus stop to Broadway at nine and walk to the appointment to arrive by nine-thirty, right on time. Why so much angst in thinking about this beforehand when now, setting out, all the earlier angst is pretty much gone?

Arrived to find the restaurant open and so ordered the French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking my time going through the papers to finish up by five minutes to nine and catch the bus to Broadway. Walked then to the appointment, the office located close to the lab where I get the blood drawn for the monthly Protime test. Good, although tired, feeling at the edge of, but not quite, dizzy.

They took the blood pressure: ninety-two over fifty-six. No wonder I was tired. Talked with the doctor who suggested I stop taking the blood pressure med, check the pressure daily at home and return in two weeks to see how the pressures had gone. If it had been OK, if say a reading of one-thirty at the top was about as high as it went over this coming week, cancel the two week appointment, keep any eye on the pressure and return in a year.

And that was it. A walk to Broadway, still a little light headed, a bus arriving at the first stop I passed and so on board. Another bus met me at Grand and Webster just as I arrived and so home in one piece to lie down for five minutes and let the world come together (let the world in my head come together) before getting it together and posting yesterday's entry.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed by eight, lights out by nine, radio off by nine-thirty, my lights out not all that long after.

You didn't describe all the exciting time you spent watching stuff on the tablet for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, not even taking your blood pressure - 120/70 - when you went to bed.

I've learned the blood pressure being up doesn't correlate with the brain being in any mood to write after about noon or at night.