Thursday. To sleep not long after ten to awaken at five, doze off and awaken then for good at five minutes to six, getting up to listen to the five minute KPFA news as I took the blood pressure (higher than on other mornings, but still OK) and then back to bed to listen to Democracy Now! before getting up for good and walking to breakfast under clear skies, arriving to enter the indoor dining area, turn on the lights and settle in at my table with the two papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, even though I was a little high on the scale this morning, finishing up well before nine again to set out walking home under a bright sun, taking the usual set of pictures plus a photo of the sign on the now closed parking lot at the corner of Grand and Euclid as I turned the corner and headed up my hill.

Took of course the selfie in the lobby when I arrived, took the blood pressure to find it was OK and settled in at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post it, process the morning pictures and start here at eleven-thirty. Half the day done on automatic pilot.

Later. Another blood pressure reading at one-thirty to find it right up to the edge, higher would have been too high. Took the next reading at two forty-five and so took two doses of the med at three-fifteen as I'd done yesterday, we'll see how that works out.

A bath and then the tablet, switching to the news on television at two-thirty and staying around to watch Nova at four right after the PBS Newshour when I noticed the subject was the rapidly melting arctic permafrost. Not good, I'm afraid. What's coming is not nice.

Evening. Watched the first hour or so of Wallander that started at eight. I like Kenneth Branagh well enough, but I've never liked the Wallander character and so decided the hell with it and went to bed after nine.