Wednesday. To sleep soon enough after ten, I think, to awaken at six twenty-five, take the blood pressure (to find it fine), listen to Democracy Now! and then set out walking to breakfast under clear skies, the weather people saying at high of just over seventy degrees later this afternoon. Entered the indoor dining area, turned on the lights and settled in at my table with the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, two pounds under the target on the scale this morning, finishing before nine to walk home thinking I'd skip the usual series of pictures, take one of something different if the opportunity arrived and then took the same series of pictures of flowers and such as if I'd never had the thought. My, my.

Home to take another muddy looking selfie in the lobby, take the blood pressure and find it as low as it had been when I returned from breakfast yesterday, sit at the computer to finish and post yesterday's entry, process the morning's pictures and start writing this by noon.

Later. The landlords check arrived and so deposited it online and then wrote a check to the moving company for the deposit required before their truck arrives and so that's now locked in. More boxes to pack, but we're making progress.

Took the blood pressure med at twelve-thirty, the numbers looking good. The reading at five was as low as it was this morning, a first. Why so good? What's different about this day, all the pressure readings around 120/60?

Evening. Checked out Midsomer Murders for all of five minutes before heading to bed. Lights out after the six minute news at nine on NPR.