Tuesday. Lights out at a decent hour to awaken a minute after six and get up and out the door at six-forty, leaving the car keys on the dresser so I'd walk and not drive. Which means we drive to the supermarket later today or we starve.

Babble again. We've already drifted a bit too far from reality here.

OK, I'm feeling a little embarrassed (or concerned) about all this “I'm driving, not driving” charade.

Anyway, a decent walk on another cold (to me) morning, the eyes watering, the nose running to breakfast to have the two strips of bacon, eggs over easy, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee while ruffling through the papers. What to say? A decent enough start to a decent enough beginning to cloud over day.

The walk home, the usual pictures (plus one), things to be done before evening.

Later. A drive to the supermarket and back. Finally. I do go on and on about having to talk myself into going, a kind of PSTD-like fight against going, but once out the door and into the car the trip goes along quite nicely, although I did feel a bit woozy at one point during the shopping. So done, we'll take care of the two errands I need to complete by the end of the week tomorrow. Enough for today. Hey.

Later still. I've been eating as if there was no tomorrow. If I eat anymore there might not be a morrow. Ah, well. Today is today.

Otherwise a short nap and listening to the television news while continuing eating.

Evening. We started with the two strips of bacon breakfast, something I once had to avoid because of the ocular migraines, but have now for some time not had to worry about. Add to it, however, the sharp cheddar cheese spread and crackers, the two servings of sake (been months and months since I've had any alcohol), the cheese sandwich and you've got trouble. Not quite a full blown ocular incident, but enough to put us off alcohol, sharp cheddar cheese, bacon strips and cheese sandwiches for a while. For forever. For some time, if we recall the way we feel now.