Tuesday. Awoke again at five-thirty to check the news, no results from the Iowa caucus yet, and get up and get ready to walk to breakfast on another cold clear morning, the eyes watering and the nose acting up, but less so than I thought they would. Arrived before seven to find the restaurant open and so settled in at my table with the papers, another day ahead.

Finished up not long before nine, setting out to take but one additional picture before arriving home to take the selfie and settle down with yesterday's journal entry, getting up to start the laundry before posting. We've let the laundry get to the point we need to do it today and not in another week, truth be told.

They're now saying they'll release a “majority“ of the Iowa caucus results by the end of the day. OK. Shouldn't be surprised. We do live in a screwed up world.

Later. Laundry done, folded and hung. We'll fold up the socks later. A bus then to the Broadway ATM, a walk back to the stop at Webster and Grand and another bus home feeling tired and so lied down for a while. Felt good, but to no real effect.

They released the first batch of the Iowa caucus results: Pete Buttigieg ahead with Sanders, Warren, Biden and Klobuchar following in order. More to come in dribs and drabs. So good, I guess. (We guess more often than not these days, I guess.)

Evening. I watched, then lied down and turned on the radio to listen to the first fifteen minutes or so of Trump's State of the Union speech, then turned the radio off and watched a series on the tablet, turning the radio on again in time to listen to the Democrat's ten minute rejoinder. Enough of that. I find it difficult to listen to Trump for more than a few minutes anymore, not sure what that says about my well being.

The usual finish the evening with the BBC News at nine, lights out by nine-thirty, to sleep whenever.