Thursday. Lights out again by about ten, another somewhat uneven night's sleep in the sense I awoke briefly to note the time, awake finally at twenty after six. Not a bad time to awaken and not a bad night's sleep from the way it's gone since walking to and from breakfast. Nice sunny morning, energy enough I would think to get out the door again later, do what's needed. Most of what's needed.

Later. A bath and then a bus to Latham Square where I took the usual set of pictures from the same locations, the work crew still on their noon break. A bus then back to the apartment, starting to get hungry and thinking maybe I'd stop by a sandwich place or the burger drive-in, which I managed to avoid doing. Ignored it passing by. Actually nothing at the burger drive-in appealed and the mechanics of getting anything else seemed to mysteriously get in the way.

So one of the oatmeal cups when I got home, downloading today's pictures to the computer and then lying down for ten or so minutes. None of the additional walking I'd thought about yesterday came to pass, but we'll see. There's still a full afternoon ahead and there are tasks I can use to trick me out the door. No problem once out the door.

Ha!

OK, that's out of the system. Another nap and then remembering to watch last night's Code Black on the tablet. Lends itself to overly saccharine scenes, what with all the people being flushed in through their doors, all of whom with terrible injuries, an intrepid set of plucky doctors and nurses cutting, stitching and pasting them all back together. Most all of them back together. But I've been enjoying it well enough to watch it week in and week out. That and Elementary tomorrow on the tablet, although it runs later tonight at ten.

Later still. Processed today's Latham Square pictures. Takes about an hour to do a dozen or so images. Now to start on another web section unless we put it off until tomorrow. I suspect we will put it off until tomorrow.

Evening. Another Republican debate. Looked briefly for an online link, found one, discovered it hadn't started yet and so gave up, dialed into the Guardian's commentary later for all of about five minutes and then gave it up altogether. We've had enough for an evening and more likely a lifetime.

Watched the first two interviewees on Charlie Rose at eight and then went to bed. Tired. Often get tired in the late mornings, early afternoons and (fortunately) in the evenings at this time around nine. Sometimes eight-thirty. Tonight it's nine.