Sunday. As noted, Christmas Day seems to have slipped right on by, getting to sleep last night at about the right time to awaken early at five-thirty, get up at six to take the blood pressure to find it in the high one-thirties over the low seventies, a depressingly high series of readings. OK, took the blood pressure med and got back into bed to listen to a TUC Radio discussion of the ongoing railroading of Julian Assange for telling truth to power.

Now, now.

Up at seven to drive to breakfast under a very light rain to park in front of the restaurant, enter the indoor dining area, turn on the lights and settle in at my table with the papers.

The chicken-apple sausage, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up just before nine to walk to the car and drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and rush to the bathroom, arriving just in time. A second later and, well...

Took the blood pressure to find it in the mid-teens over the low seventies this time. A sigh of relief before heading to the computer to mess around with Friday's entry before posting, process the morning pictures and start here.

Later. Watched the Buffalo/New England game and stumbled upon On Story, a PBS program with a Pamela Ribon interview, one of the story writers for the animated Disney film Moana. Pamela kept an extremely well written and popular journal back in the old days when I'd first started, meeting her a couple of times when the various local journalers got together in San Francisco back in the early 2000's. Interesting interview, interesting to hear what was required in developing the story line. Good for her.

A Zoom meeting that started at two with over a dozen family members that lasted for over an hour. Good to see/hear what the family has been up to. Maybe we can start getting back together again in real life this coming year (or decade).

Evening. More time with the tablet, finishing the first season of The Witcher, a Netflix series at nine-thirty. Not good to be watching something on the tablet after eight as I suspect it doesn't give you enough time for your eyes and brain to wind down from the blue light (I think it's the blue light). Certainly I found myself glancing at the clock now an again as it ticked the minutes off well after eleven.