Tuesday. A pretty good night's rest, although I awoke at five-thirty rather than closer to six, up to walk to breakfast with the eyes watering and nose acting up, but not all that badly was the thought. A picture of the Ford Go-bike rack if only because it was close to full, arriving just before seven to find the restaurant open, the lights on and so settled in with the papers. So far, so good.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, pancakes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the waitresses returning after I'd eaten two or three pieces of fruit from the cup to replace it with a new cup saying they hadn't noticed when they'd put together the first one there'd been something off with the fruit. Couldn't quite make out exactly what was “off” (the fruit not quite refrigerated properly overnight?), but it had tasted good, so we'll see if that's a problem later. Maybe.

Finished up by a quarter to fine to set out for home, taking a second photograph of the bike rack because I'd taken the first one walking in. One to the 580 Overpass, the scooters (all two of them) on the sidewalk by the lake and a crew feeding sheets of plywood to the roof of a house at the base of my hill. Are they thinking of adding solar panels? Probably not, but who knows? A selfie in the lobby and then up to futz with yesterday's entry before posting, the head a lot clearer than it was yesterday at the time.

The laundry is in the washers, no way we can put doing it off if we want to be wearing clean clothes tomorrow. Well, this weekend.

Later. Laundry done, folded and hung by one and so watched the tenth and last episode of Chief of Staff on the tablet, released today on Netflix. During the first nine episodes the various politicians fought tooth and nail to seemingly no avail, but it all turned out swell in this last one, the bad guys were put in jail, the couples who were making longing glances at one another got together and the hero, who'd had to resign from his position for bending the rules in order to do the right thing, got a job with the Blue House working for an appreciative Korean president. All nicely tied up in ribbons, in other words.

Sounds like you watched all ten episodes in order to find out you didn't like it.

I find most of these movies and series are a balance: you pay for the interesting draw you in parts by wading through the kooky, smarmy, unbelievable parts.

Sounds like a old guy in his cranky phase.

And too lazy to delete the above and write something sensible.

Evening. To bed not long after eight, lights out and radio off at nine-thirty, the blood pressure coming in at 142/63 and then immediately after at 127/77, the meter again. At least I hope it was the meter. Things to ponder when you're drifting off to sleep.