Friday. To sleep at a decent hour to awaken at six, right on target, getting up, taking the blood pressure (114/71), taking the blood pressure med with the rest of the meds and setting out for breakfast, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open, lights on and so sat down and opened the papers. Good. So far so good on a cold morning under clear skies, the nose and eyes running as always on the way.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, pancakes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the pancakes calling out when the waitress arrived, to finish up by eight forty-five and set out under sunny skies for home, wishing I'd remembered to glance at the Ford Go-bike rack walking in to compare it with the picture taken walking back. The same still surviving flower below the Lakeview school, a bicyclist at the 580 Overpass, a line of Lime scooters by the lake, two workers finishing up the roof on the house (condominium?) at the foot of my hill and an addition to this never ending series of selfies in the lobby. To breakfast and done.

Worked over yesterday's entry finding many little “glitches”, typos and mistakes all mixed into a less than coherent narrative. Obviously spaced when I'd written it. Spaced seems the norm anymore, although I'd say things are going better as I'm sitting here now. We'll see how we react to how this turns out when we read it tomorrow.

Maybe a picture of the construction going on at the apartment/condominium project up the way? Today?

Later. A walk over to the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich to take home for lunch/dinner. Haven't done that in a while, but now and again the appetite says go. I went.

Otherwise watched more of the Netflix Suits series for reasons I'm not quite sure I understand, but the hour episodes go by just like that. I've now watched ten.

Evening. Watched the beginning of the Inspector Morse episode on PBS at eight. I usually bail after five, sometimes ten minutes, saying the crotchety old Morse doesn't thrill me at this stage of my existence. The start of this one was just unusually stupid for a character who always gets his man/woman.

“Unusually stupid”? What does that mean? No way to tell without more information.

True, but I do keep doing it I'm afraid.