Thursday. Lights out last night just after nine to then pretty much sleep straight through until six. Good. Be nice to repeat that more often. Up in relatively one piece to set out for breakfast under what looks to be clear skies later, it's not all that cold and the eyes aren't watering or the nose isn't acting up all that much.

Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the weight still at one-fifty on the scale this morning and so just ordered it because nothing else on the menu appealed. The usual stuff in the papers and so back to the apartment, taking the usual pictures, the work on the roof above the fitness club still in evidence.

Need to get a Protime blood thinner test later today. I've been putting this off, having not quite understood the directions given after the last test, but the last test result was out of range and I should have been more aggressive in getting this next one. Won't do that again. Thinner blood, in my case at least, leads to longer living.

Later. A bus at twenty minutes after noon to Broadway and then a walk to the lab without bringing a camera. Hmm. Had some yogurt and coffee waiting on the lab to open at one, got the blood drawn and then walked along Broadway toward Grand until I grew tired and sat down at a stop to wait on a bus the rest of way to Grand to wait on a bus again which I caught and rode straight home. Tried to talk myself into an ice cream bar, but for some reason the stomach wasn't interested.

Tired so to bed to continue with two three series I've been watching ten to twenty minutes at a time on the tablet. (Do other people do this?)

Evening. Another Vera episode at eight and, since I was burned out on the tablet, watched the News Hour that I'd missed this afternoon flaked out in bed and then a BBC program on forensic science at seven. Do I end of staying up late as I did with last week's Vera and awaken tomorrow at seven as I did last week?

Watched Vera straight through with the emphasis on “watched” as I was missing half the dialogue through their accents. As I have in the past. Missed understanding elements of the mystery. Who's daughter was that who committed suicide in the barn and how again did she factor into the plot? Does it matter? To bed and lights out by nine-forty. Hope that's soon enough.