Tuesday. To sleep at a decent hour to awaken finally for good just after six to get up and head out walking to breakfast under clear skies, the temperature not so bad, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open and so settled in at my table and started on the papers. The New Hampshire primary today and so lots of stories.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast thinking, but not feeling, I was hungry. Hard to say anymore. A feeling of being a bit hungry when awakening in the mornings doesn't tend to last to when I'm sitting down later for breakfast. Odd. It's more a logical decision than the body saying I'm hungry these days. Would have been useful to have had it operating this way when I was younger (and heavier).

Finished up at ten minutes to nine to set out for home, taking pictures of two flowers along the way, another picture of the traffic sign still sitting on its side at the Grand Lake theater light below the Lakeview school as well as the hole left by the sign in the sidewalk. Not sure I learned anything about what may have caused it it from either of them. On to snap a picture of a crow, of an electric moped by the lake and, of course, a selfie in the apartment house lobby. The hair is getting longer and more easily disheveled suggesting a haircut is on the horizon.

Later. Didn't get outside again, even though we got up into the mid-seventies today, but at least traded time on the tablet for following the news on the New Hampshire primary.

Evening. Stayed with the New Hampshire primary until Sanders was declared the winner by a point or so margin as it approached nine. We live in interesting times.

And that's it?

I'm more than happy about Bernie Sanders, but he's got a lot of people fighting against him and, as I said: we live in interesting times.