Wednesday. To sleep by eleven again to awaken at five, blink, awaken again at just before six to listen to Democracy Now! before getting up and walking to breakfast under heavy clouds to arrive around the usual time to enter the inner dining area and settle in at my table to start on the papers. No one else entered to eat inside while I was there and only on diner out on the patio.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee again, finishing up by nine to set out for home, still overcast and cooler than it's been recently, taking fewer pictures for some reason.

Took the selfie in the lobby and settled in at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post, process the morning's pictures and start here.

Called the Honda shop to find the car was ready and so they sent their shuttle car to pick me up and it arrived at my door twenty minutes later. A good start was the thought. Picked up the car, paying less than I'd thought it would, drove to the 7-11 look-alike on Grand and bought a pint of Häagen-Dazs strawberry ice cream to celebrate before starting the laundry. Got more done by two this afternoon than I've gotten done in a week. Some weeks. Tired, though, just thinking about driving to my sister's place south of Portland this coming Friday morning.

Evening. Watched the first maybe fifteen minutes of Midsomer Murders at eight, one I'd seen before, one I didn't remember (what little of it I did remember) fondly and so to bed before nine. Tired today, not much sleep these last few days, maybe it will get me to sleep earlier this evening.

Dreamer.

That's the idea.