Thursday. Something of an uneven night's sleep last night was the thought when I awoke this morning at six-thirty, running somewhat late. Wind and rain through the night, but not raining when I awoke. Threatening looking clouds though and so decided to drive.

Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time, remembering yesterday's chicken-apple sausage hadn't turned out all that well. No problem with oatmeal. Or coffee. Or toast.

The weather people had been saying there'd be high wind and rain during this morning's commute, but whatever had blown through last night was pretty much gone by eight and so the drive home was rain free. Nasty looking clouds, but occasional breaks in the cloud cover letting the sun shine through right now and so I have no idea how this day may play.

And that's your excitement for the day?

Excitement is in the eye of the beholder. We'll happily settle for not getting wet.

Later. Another lie down on the bed to listen to the radio and then wake up over an hour later, getting back up as we did yesterday at noon. Does that mean we're due for another not quite enough sleep night tonight that will need a morning nap tomorrow to catch us up?

A walk to the bagel shop on Lakeshore, the yogurt and fruit cup they once reliably carried nowhere in evidence, so back to the apartment by way of the lake, sitting on a bench for five minutes to clear the head, feeling some of the wooziness I've described the last few times I've been out. Hungry, but nothing I could think of appealed. Took a couple of pictures and then back to the apartment to listen to the half hour BBC News on television and then lie down to listen to the PBS News Hour on the radio. No napping, but listening and drifting with the eyes closed. Late afternoon now, the sinuses sort of behaving.

Evening. Stayed up long enough to watch the initial interview on Charlie Rose at eight and then to bed to turn out the lights and go to sleep. Tired. Really.