Thursday. To bed just before ten, lights out soon after (as promised) to awaken once briefly at five, but then get right back to sleep to awaken for good at six ten. Not perfect, but good. Up and out the door on a clear, cold, but not overly cold morning, the eyes watering a bit as I arrived before seven, the restaurant up and running. Well, sitting and running.

The avocado and (light on the) cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing the papers at eight-thirty to walk back home taking fewer pictures this time of the usual suspects in the same old routine, but feeling good. Good is good.

Need to get the Protime blood thinner test today and so we'll combine it with picking up whatever that parcel might be at the post office this morning.

Later. A bus to Broadway at ten-thirty, a walk to the lab passing the construction site at 27th and Broadway and the site by the lab at Hawthorne and Webster, the only two pictures I managed to take on the way.

Waited over half an hour to have the blood drawn (the drawing itself taking all of five minutes) and then back down Broadway, catching a bus that happened by and getting off at Grand to walk the short two and a half blocks to the post office for the parcel. Turned out it was indeed one of the two I've been expecting, this one an electronic view finder for the Nikon 1 V3 from Japan.

Back to the bus stop at Grand and Webster to wait fifteen minutes for the bus, still feeling pretty good. Sunny but cold with the wind picking up, yes, but no complaints behind five layers of clothing and what has turned out to be a decent day's walk.

Evening. A late mail delivery again (why couldn't they have managed a late delivery yesterday?) that included that second package from Amazon that was due tomorrow, a replacement pillow for one that's cover had managed to become torn. Good, no more packages to think about needing to be home to receive for the while.

Watched episodes of Martin Beck, a Swedish subtitled in English series on television, until well after nine. Uneven, but interesting in noting the cultural aspects and differences in Swedish versus American law. Kept me up until ten and so we'll now see if we can awaken closer to something just after six in the morning.