Tuesday. And so to bed and lights out by ten, my usual routine. Whenever to bed, it's lights out by ten and then up when I awaken, this morning at quarter past six. Too early by about half an hour from the schedule I'd like to keep, but taking my time, listening to the radio, shaving with the electric razor in bed, we didn't get out the door until just after seven, light enough to walk without stress.

Clear skies, cold weather, something of a breeze, but a decent walk to breakfast (the walk to breakfast always seems longer then the walk back) to have scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, mixed fruit and coffee. Four pounds under my target weight this morning, two more than yesterday and so I'm guessing I need to eat more later in the day. Odd reality from my standpoint, but one I've talked to death here, maybe lighten up for the rest of the month.

Later. A slow morning spending time zoning out lying on the bed and listening to one of the three PBS stations I have set on the radio. Can't remember anything they were talking about, although some of it seemed interesting at the time. We let things go along more easily now, probably for the best.

A walk over to the café by the apartment house construction site to have a bun and coffee and to take a series of pictures along Grand and Bellevue, but not bothering to walk up behind the site given the fence that is now in place. Too high to poke the camera over and, I suspect, not much happening to photograph. Well, they've done something with their patio in the back, but we'll assume it's now permanently out of sight if not mind.

Back now to listen to the news at three, the sun bright, the temperature in the high fifties. Seems cold for a temperature in the high fifties. What you've become used to over time, I suspect.

Evening. I did listen to the first hour or so of the Republican debate. I'm not sure if it isn't something like a thermometer that takes the national body temperature where the less than intelligible readings are endlessly interpreted by mediums, sooth sayers and the press.

Which means?

I quit after an hour and went to bed.