Friday. The memory says it was something of a battle to get to sleep last night after lights out at ten, but still awoke at six to get up and get out the door without too much effort, the sky clear, the temperature a little warmer than it's been in a while. A bit of the eyes watering, but just a bit.

Had the French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Haven't had that in a while. Can't remember ever having it, actually, but the waitress wondered why I always ordered the plain waffle with the fruit, had I ever ordered the French toast? What the hell, it was Friday, give it a try. Not bad.

A story in the Times that slowed me down. The Joint Chiefs of Staff has been fighting requests for more first strike options against North Korea, the JCS saying there were no options, a first strike would lead to massive deaths however well they were designed. There's been ongoing worry in the news about a war somehow starting in North Korea, but for some reason, maybe my having spent a year near the Demilitarized Zone and having participated in the division war exercises (all of which ended in the firing of a nuclear tipped missile), I've been assuming such a strike was never going to happen. Today's news gave me a pause. Is Trump that crazy?

Ah, well. A sunny morning walking home, one photo of the signs on the sidewalk beside the failed Grand Fare Market (what goes on in the middle of the night there?), the usual pictures while walking, the day starting well, my thoughts about North Korea aside.

Finished yesterday's entry noting little mistakes in the journal pages I hadn't caught in this last week. A fair number of these, memory glitches, not catching things, not writing and editing enough during any given day to see how sloppy I've been the next morning. Nothing new with this, but memory glitches aren't something to calm you down. Nothing so far that's too out of line, no thoughts of Alzheimer's and such, but it does keep you on your toes.

Later. The early afternoon has been slow - tired and the like - as the early afternoons too often become and so time with the tablet to finish watching the Prime Suspect 1973 series. Turned out better than I thought it might from the direction it was going at the beginning and so now I'm looking forward to the next series to arrive. The music, most of which I have on l.p.'s sitting up on shelves in the living room, is a prominent part of the program.

Got the call with yesterday's blood thinner test results and all is well. I was wondering.

Evening. Long day. Checked the Inspector Gently episode at seven to realize I'd seen it before, didn't need to see it again, and so to bed to listen to the radio for a while before turning out the lights after nine. Burned out by then on the tablet.