Saturday To sleep not long after ten in the new sheets. They're nice. Awoke just before five, blinked, and awoke again at six. Bitched a bit for maybe a minute after awakening at five, but then the next hour just disappeared. OK, up to walk to breakfast under clear skies. Cold, of course, but dressed well enough to not have it matter very much, arriving a little early to settle in at my table and start on the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, the weight behaving on the scale this morning, but the waffle with fruit was what appealed. Finished up after nine to walk home under the now risen bright sun to take the usual series of flower pictures, again, all of them fading as the days go on. Found a single bicycle rider at the Grand Lake theater light and that was it for the morning photographs, taking the selfie in the apartment house lobby and then settling in at the computer to end up bloviating here. Seems to keep me amused.

Later. Watched the balance of a really bad shoot 'em up movie on the tablet (who writes these things?) and watched some football before going through a box of stored files looking for an old letter I thought I'd saved from back in my college days that I'd received from Terry Gilliam when he worked at Help magazine before he became “Terry Gilliam” the director. Didn't find it, but I suspect I have it salted away here somewhere.

Evening. A hopeless Saturday night for television, so to bed before nine and lights out before ten. Like the new bed sheets and pillow cases, seems to make a decent difference in my attitude.