Tuesday It took quite a while to get to sleep last night to awaken then at five-thirty, blink, and it was six. OK, listen to Democracy Now!, get up at the usual time and set out walking to breakfast under low lying clouds much like yesterday's, arriving to enter the dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, still watching the weight, finishing up just after nine as usual to set out for home and, of course, take photographs along the way, making it a point to include the cherry trees now in full bloom. I've been meaning to photograph them way back when they first started blooming, but I guess I've spaced out doing all my walking these days with my eyes glued to the ground.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby, settle in at the computer and piece together yesterday's entry, post and start here. Tired. A bit, anyway. Pretty much stopped writing for the day with the paragraph above.

Later. Listened to an hour or so of the impeachment speeches, watched a couple of Britbox things on the tablet and that's pretty much been the afternoon.

Evening. I watched maybe twenty minutes of A Place to Call Home, a PBS series that starts at eight that I've occasionally watched sections of in the past, but snapped it off and went to bed. Tired, yes, but also put way off by the racist issues the program deals with: the antisemitism, anti-immigrant, class division and anti-everything else lives of these people set in immediate post World War II Australia.