Thursday. Got in at noon, yesterday, after a five hour drive from Weed and so to bed early to awaken at five-thirty and half listen to an interview with Richard Wolff: State of the Economy & America In Decline followed by Democracy Now! before getting up at the usual time to set out walking to breakfast under clear skies, the weather people saying up into the seventies later.

OK, reasonably coherent, back at the old stomping grounds after two weeks with my sister, nephew and his significant other near Portland. We are alive and maybe a little dizzy while walking from all that driving. More about that, but later, probably much later.

Arrived to enter the indoor dining area, turn on the lights and settle in at my table, ordering the single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up by nine to set out for home after documenting the change in gas prices.

OK, the usual series of pictures while walking home along Grand to arrive at the apartment by nine-thirty, take the selfie in the lobby and settle in here at the computer after visiting the bathroom. No running to the bathroom, but somewhat hurried. Go figure.

Later. I'd made a vow to spend at least an hour or two taking care of various tasks there at the apartment and see if I couldn't at least get rid of old outdated paperwork, magazines and such over these next few weeks in case I had to move due to the balcony repairs they're going to be making at some point soon in the future.

Actually did go through the mail from the last two weeks as well as other tasks that needed to be done after the vacation. So one day of success with the clean-up decision, these coming next couple of days will tell if I'm dreaming. My sister had described her own procrastination details that she'd recently been in the process of breaking.

You stopped writing this in the late morning and seem to be fighting putting this together tomorrow morning before posting.

Which is why I wrestle with this so much of the time.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed by nine, giving up on the tablet and the radio, lights out before ten. Tired, yes, but to sleep when?