Monday. A decent night's sleep, awakening at five minutes to six to check the weather and find a low lying fog, the blood pressure 118/58. I'd measured it last night wearing a long sleeved shirt, as I often do, and it came in at 145/66 and then immediately after at 156/68, freaking me out and measuring it again wearing just the t-shirt this time when it came in at 119/74. Doesn't increase your trust in your blood pressure meter after something like this.

Out the door to walk to breakfast, the fog keeping the temperature somewhat under control, but the eyes still watering and the nose still acting up. Or so was the thought: “under control” maybe not quite accurate. Arrived to find the restaurant open and so settled in as always with the papers.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up before nine to walk back to the apartment, the fog somewhat lighter. I'd passed by the Ford Go-bike rack walking in, noting just six or seven bikes in place, and took a picture walking back showing but two. Another bicyclist under the 580 Overpass, another three Lime scooters by the lake and two pictures of graffiti that had appeared on a restaurant undergoing renovation on the way back. Not sure what it was that whoever might be trying to communicate, but I guess it was worth it to sneak out last night and make the statement.

Says the man who takes pictures of bicycle racks for no discernible reason and forever talks about them here.

Now, now.

The selfie in the lobby and up to finish yesterday's entry and process this mornings photographs, the brain fuzzier than usual for some reason, and finding myself screwing up the picture processing as I was listening to the Impeachment Hearings on television. Listening to Impeachment Hearings while you're screwing up pictures with a fuzzy head isn't the way to start your day and so stopped to lie down on the bed for an hour to allow whatever it was to go away. Which it (mostly) did.

Later. I'd listened to the Impeachment Inquiry on the radio when getting up this morning and then for long periods throughout the afternoon, except for somewhat over an hour when I watched today's release of another Korean Chief of Staff episode on the tablet. The final episode is scheduled for release tomorrow. It makes you pay for watching, though. There's way too much maudlin dialog, preaching to the choir and do-gooder soliloquies to handle at times, but a lot of that has to do with the way Korean culture requires its stories to be told. Those and people doing things nobody in any culture would be stupid enough to do and expect to survive. But I've watched it with interest.

Watched Democracy Now! on the computer that was focused on Climate Change at the COP 25, the demonstrations in Europe blowing away anything we have going on here. Worrying, this climate change business, even to me, someone who won't be around when the shit really hits the fan by the middle of the century.

Evening. Watched the first episode of Silent Witness - Awakening, a BBC series, this episode set in Mexico. One hopes Mexico isn't quite as dysfunctional and dangerous as this episode suggests, although the news out of Mexico makes you wonder. Anyway, watched it until nine, went to bed, lights and radio off by nine-thirty, to sleep before ten.