Saturday. A decent night, getting up at six-twenty to get ready for breakfast. No New York Times this morning for some reason, although the East Bay Times, which did arrive, is delivered by the same person.

The sky was clear and they're not enforcing the parking meters today, so a drive to breakfast to have the single pork chop (they normally provide two) with eggs, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee. Cold outside and the stomach said it could handle it.

I'd had that chocolate bar and a pint of ice cream late yesterday afternoon for dinner and although I did get a dry mouth, there were no other signs of an ocular migraine or anything like it. Which is good. No need to try eating something like that again, at least for a while, but it's now been some time since I've had an ocular migraine. Cross fingers. Close mouth. Throw salt.

Which means you can't blame it for yesterday's journal babble.

I bitch about the writing, but yesterday seemed even more extreme. Thoughts of putting a sock in it and stop, thoughts I've had before. Won't, of course, but we seem well into unexplored territory here.

Later. The Weather Underground site says it's forty-seven degrees outside, not so low you'd think dressing warmly would be a problem. Of course I'm inside, the heater is running, the sun is coming in through the balcony window yet I'm shivering. Close to shivering. Cold, in other words. More interesting than upsetting, but still. You get colder when you're older? It's what they say.

A walk to the lake after adding the goose down jacket and winter coat. Still cold. Some thought to walk through the farmers market, take a picture of the drummer who's been there now every Saturday for months, but ended up getting a pastry and coffee at the café near the fitness center. Still a bit cold, even inside.

Back now in the early afternoon, warmer, watching television.

Evening. A day of essentially watching television instead of spending time on the tablet. Gave up and went to bed early. Tired. Not unusual, I guess. A cold sunny morning and afternoon, one you'd think I'd have made better use of than watching television all day. I'd say.