Saturday. Midnight's not the best time to be turning out the lights, particularly after a marathon watching of something on the tablet. Do I even have to say this? Well, not something I do very often and not something one hopes will become a habit, but a sort of halfway normal night's sleep to awaken at quarter to six and take my time getting ready to head out to breakfast. Feel reasonably coherent, good even, but I'm not looking forward to what the afternoon may bring. Still, as said, for the moment, reasonably alive and coherent.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. I've said, with good evidence, this particular breakfast has brought on ocular like events later in the mornings, so we'll leave it at that. Make your bed and sleep in it. Can't say I wasn't forewarned.

Overcast, although it seems to be clearing a bit now as it approaches ten. The usual walk back taking the usual pictures, not a creative spark in either of them, but now we're here and now we're thinking of heading out with a proper camera and at least take pictures over at the lake. Maybe on to the farmers market, although I'm not willing to bet.

Later. A walk to the lake and then on by the young drummer at MacArthur and Grand by the 580 Highway overpass on the way to the farmers market, returning to MacArthur, crossing Grand and home, the body camera recording while fairly well hidden below the neck by the jacket. It worked better than yesterday's test had me thinking it might.

Evening. The various PBS stations are still raising money and running stuff for which I have little or no interest and so to bed and the tablet. I've gotten interested in a Korean series, an odd one, that consists of a fair number of just over one hour segments and so no complaints about turning in early. Caught in a rut, but a comfortable rut. Might serve as an epitaph that was honest, at least.