Monday. Awoke at ten minutes to six to get up on another cold morning, the skies clear, walking to breakfast to arrive but minutes after the kitchen worker who unlocks the doors in the mornings had passed me by on his bicycle with a greeting on the sidewalk. OK, the dining area door open, enter, turn on the lights and settle in.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the sun bright and the air now warmer when I'd finished at twenty minutes to nine and set out along the sidewalk, it finally occurring to me it was Presidents Day and that's why the streets, as well as the parking lot below my street, were so empty. Still, a good start, another selfie because (why not?) in the lobby.

There's a demonstration against the coup attempt in Venezuela scheduled at the white column pergola by the lake at noon and I'm planning on taking pictures and so there's at least something happening today for a change.

Later. Where have I been getting this Venezuela business? Not a sign of it at the white column pergola, but what must have been one or two hundred people had assembled across Grand by the lake protesting the wall, forming up to spell “X Wall” next to a giant American flag on the grass. So some pictures, walking around shooting until I became quite tired (surprising quickly I thought) and returned to the apartment to lie down for half an hour before processing a few of the photographs.

Evening. Watched an hour an a half episode of Johan Falk – Organization Karayan at six, a subtitled in English Swedish detective series that proved to be of interest, still feeling tired from the outing or from a less good than I'd imagined sleep last night (I no longer do more than half guess at what may cause these things) and so to bed around eight. Listened to the NPR BBC News broadcast at nine until it was close to ten to then call it a night.