Wednesday. To sleep reasonably soon after ten to awaken at just before six to listen to the five minute KPFA News, get up and take the blood pressure (looked good), get back into bed and listen to Democracy Now! before getting up and walking to breakfast under clear skies. Arrived to enter the restaurant's indoor dining area, turn on the lights and settle in at my table with the now two morning papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing well before nine without the N.Y. Times to read and so on home to take the usual set of flower pictures, the wind blowing one of the pictures out of focus. On to note the Kume Spa where the two people had been shot yesterday morning. Evidently, from the news, the woman in her forties who worked at the spa one day a week had entered, shot the man and then committed suicide.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby, take the blood pressure again (continued looking good), settle down at the computer to finish yesterday's entry and post before getting the laundry together and starting it downstairs in the laundry room.

Later. Laundry done, folded and hung (including the socks) and so started watching DW News at two.

I'd pretty much spaced out with the laundry and such and so forgot to take the blood pressure until three, thinking it will be up and so why not try taking two doses of the blood pressure med (a single tablet instead of a half tablet), taking it before taking the reading. Surprised as the numbers turned out to be quite good and so decided to check again in an hour to see if it might go too low.

Evening. Took another series of blood pressure readings at five and they were excellent: low, but not too low. A followup at six was higher, but still quite good and so maybe taking a double dose, a single tablet instead of a half will work out well, keep the numbers lower in the early evenings.

Watched Midsomer Murders at eight after burning out on the tablet. I'd seen it before, but didn't remember much more than that fact. Didn't remember who'd done it or the particulars in between, but that's true of most everything these days (and nights). To bed at nine-thirty, lights out at ten.