Monday. Another long night's sleep: to bed at eight-thirty, awake at eight-thirty. Have no idea why. Not complaining you understand, just curious. Wonder if there's a nap in the works later? Could there be?

The first day of December. There are a number of packages arriving at my apartment today and tomorrow, so I'd better call my apartment manager and give him a head's up. More to apologize this happened than anything else. We all intercept each others packages if we're not there and bring them inside.

Otherwise the sister is working today, the nephew has an MRI scheduled or not scheduled (he'll know after he talks with the doctor) depending on how this intestinal ache he's been having now for five days is faring, so I will find something to do by myself. A walk would be nice.

Later. Talked with Mr. W, my apartment manager, and all is good. A decent walk ending up at a pizza place a couple of miles distant to have a Pad Thai salad and an ice cream bar. I hate to think what their pizza is like after that salad, but at least I know for the future.

Maybe a nap. I'm more curious than tired to see if I can sleep after last night's marathon. And it's cold and the bedroom is warm.

Evening. Dinner at Bannings, a hot turkey open faced sandwich with mashed potatoes, stuffing and cranberry sauce. Looked to be too much to eat, but it soon was clear it wasn't.

Back now for my last evening in Lake Oswego. Maybe get to bed early. It's been a good week I admit, even got me out of the house and on the road, if only on an easy road. I'll be interested in how the sleep goes when I get home, though. From seven and sometimes eight hours sleep to ten, eleven and twelve here in Portland?

You'll go on forever debating the cause. Without resolution.

That's what retirement is for! Crabby behavior and an infinite ongoing analysis of your aches and pains (sleep habits-foods-itches....).