Saturday. Lights out early enough very briefly awakening a number of times, but more often than usual to then awaken for good at six-fifteen to get up on a somewhat foggy and cold morning and walk to breakfast, clearing the tears from my eyes with a paper napkin.

Not nearly as many people as there were yesterday for breakfast this morning, but a comfortable two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee breakfast, reading about the people being shot and blown up in churches and restaurants around the world, but without any wars having been started since yesterday. For which we give our thanks.

Still some haze walking home, the head clear enough, the attitude reasonable, maybe a decent day ahead. There's the lake and the farmers market to photograph (with a little gumption) and who knows? Maybe a deviation from routine will occur and a picture or two will happen.

Later. Took two or three false starts, but out the door to walk over to the lake with a camera in hand (and the bodycam running), the air not looking all that good and, it turned out, few birds or people within shooting distance, so all of three pictures before turning around and heading back to the apartment. Feeling OK though, but I suspect we're done for outside adventures this second to last day of 2017.

Evening. Not a bad afternoon. Took a second dose of the pain meds around noon and so nothing over the top from the sinus-upper palate problem. A little tired, but not overly so. Quite comfortable hanging around and watching this and that on television.

There was a decade or so there you didn't even own a television, let alone watch one. This is your idea of a good afternoon?

With the New Year coming up maybe I'll resolve to spend more time reading. Read two or three novels rather than newspapers and magazines during the week, not that I've been reading magazines. Which is a little weird if you look at the number of subscriptions I've been carrying.