Saturday. To sleep not long after ten to awaken at five, half sleep until six, get up to take the blood pressure wondering how it would look after only needing to take one dose of the blood pressure med yesterday to find it fine. OK, at least. To bed to listen to the news until seven and then get up and drive to the Lakeshore ATM, park by the 7-11 store and enter the restaurant's indoor dining area to turn on the lights and settle in at my table with the papers.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing well before nine to walk back to the car, think about running by the supermarket to pick up toilet paper, deciding we'll do it tomorrow and so drove home to take the selfie in the lobby, take the blood pressure again (looked OK) and settle down at the computer to edit and post yesterday's entry, process the morning's few pictures and start writing here by ten.

Later. More packing, but not enough for any gold stars. Had the PGA tournament playing on television, but didn't really watch. Hunkered down with the tablet, mostly, the usual rationalizations about feeling a little dizzy when standing and the like to avoid more preparation for the move. I did get rid of two large bags of trash, so feel better about that.

Evening. Watched the first thirty minutes of Casablanca, about the same number of minutes I managed for The Maltese Falcon, last week's Saturday Night Movie on PBS. I've always had very positive thoughts about these two movies, but evidently not enough to compete these days/nights with sleep.