Wednesday. To sleep pretty much right away after lights out at nine-thirty to awaken then at five-thirty again and so up at six (blood pressure 118/75) and out the door to find a very light rain, visible only in cars’ headlights. Rain, in other words, but not enough to get you wet on a twelve minute walk. Arrived before seven to find the restaurant open and people inside and so settled in with the papers.

The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up again at a quarter to nine, to set out for home, the rain having stopped and the attitude good, at least for taking pictures. A picture of the one flower still in existence below the Lakeview school, of a bicyclist setting out under the 580 Overpass and a line of Lyft scooters along the sidewalk by the lake. Didn't look like they'd had a lot of takers. A graffiti covered truck farther along, a shot of workmen still futzing with sheets of plywood on a house at the bottom of my street and a selfie in the lobby thinking it was good to get home as it was cold this morning walking home from breakfast.

Checked the blood pressure when I got home: 105/64. We'll see how it goes later, as I'd taken a med along with the rest of the meds this morning, even with the low reading. Need to go by an ATM later today, hoping we don't have (too much) rain later.

Later. Out the door before noon to catch a bus to the Broadway ATM, a light rain while waiting on the bus to arrive. Walked back up Broadway to the Grand and Webster Street stop after the ATM, ending up waiting fifteen minutes for the bus to arrive. All of five people on the bus to include a man sitting alone in the back who, in a loud voice monologue, was spewing about how he grew up in Chicago and knew the score, didn't take shit from anybody and wiped his ass with the Constitution. All this during the entire ride to the apartment, the unspoken question being was he physically dangerous or just “whatever”? None of us on the bus was willing to bet.

Home to take a picture in passing of the people working with the plywood panels on the building at the bottom of my hill, the task now obviously being to replace the roof. Nasty day to be up high in the rain.

Evening. Checked out Midsomer Murders more because it was eight than anything else, decided I'd probably seen the episode before (long before) and so to bed, lights out an radio off at nine-thirty, the blood pressure 127/66. Is that good or bad after having taken the blood pressure med this morning? Something we'll ask at next month's doctor's appointment.