Tuesday. To sleep well before ten to awaken at a quarter to six to get up, take the blood pressure (125/80) and drive to breakfast, thinking I wanted to see how the car would start after the battery had finished charging last night and thinking the morning restaurant might not be open so that I could test it tomorrow. A decent enough excuse not to walk. Anyway, a drive to breakfast under clear skies to arrive at ten minutes to seven to park, feed the meter and find the restaurant open and ready for business. Went right to my table.

The single pork chop (the menu entry includes two), scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time over the papers to finish up at close to nine and set out for the car to drive straight home, the usual selfie in the lobby. I learned the restaurant will be open tomorrow, but opening at eight instead of seven, so we'll be driving to breakfast again. :-)

Later. Out the door to the bus stop, thinking if one was coming soon I'd get on it and go somewhere for lunch. When's the last time I've been downtown? The schedule said one had been due two minutes earlier than when I arrived, but a woman at the stop who'd been waiting on it for a while said it had yet to come. Kismet. Took the bus when it arrived to the City Center and had a salad with a piece of chicken for lunch at a table in the Fountain Café in the City Center.

A bit surprised there were so few people about on a New Year's Eve, but quite a few of the restaurants in the center were closed. I don't remember how this day was in recent years. Took a quick look through the old journal entries, but couldn't find one where I'd been to the City Center during the work week. You live, you learn.

Walked back up Broadway to 20th, snapping a picture along the way at 19th, caught the free bus just as it arrived at the 20th Street stop, got off at Grand and Webster and decided to wait the five minutes for the next bus and skip walking home. So much for any ambitions for even mild exercise.

Evening. New Year's Eve. When's the last time I was awake at midnight on a New Year's Eve? I remember awakening briefly to fireworks in the distance when midnight rolled around these last several years, but this evening I'm in bed early, well before eight, growing tired of what I was watching on the tablet before nine and turning the lights out to go to sleep. We'll know tomorrow morning if I remember any distant fireworks awakening me this night.