Monday. To sleep at a decent hour to awaken at five-thirty and, instead of zoning out again, listened to the tail end of an interview with the author of a book about Hunter Thompson, an examination of his letters, writings and interviews of the people who knew him. Interesting and, what the hell, I'd gotten enough sleep last night. Listened to Democracy Now!, got up at seven and drove to breakfast parking by the 7-11 store as usual, crossed the street, entered the dark indoor dining area, turned on the lights and settled in at my table with the two skinny morning papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up early well before nine to drive to the Honda shop and drop off the car, arriving before nine. Good timing on their shuttle car as it was ready to take me home when I signed the paperwork to get them started and so arrived home by nine-thirty, not a lot later than I usually would after breakfast when I still had the New York Times to read at the restaurant in the mornings.

Took the selfie in the lobby when I arrived, took the blood pressure to find it fine, settled in at the computer, edited and posted yesterday's entry, processed the morning pictures and started here by ten-thirty. They said it would be three or four hours for the car to be ready, so at least that task is almost done.

Later. The car was ready just after one. Picked up a pint of Häagen-Dazs strawberry ice cream because I was hungry and haven't had it in a while, arrived home and ate it right down. Felt good. More packing and throwing out paper and crap I'll never use through the rest of the afternoon.

Checked the storage locker above my parking space in the garage and discovered there really wasn't anything I wanted to keep. A couple of old computer monitors, some model railroader three foot sections of track, a floor standing computer that, if I had the energy, I'd pull the hard drive out as I seem to recall I have a couple of chapters of a book on it that I wrote in the seventies. Might be fun to see how good or bad it was now that I have some distance.

Evening. Watched a couple of Britbox things on the tablet I realized, once I'd started, I'd seen before. The blood pressure was high during the late afternoon and into the evening, so that's a little depressing. Up and down, up and down is not the say you want to go. Lights out by nine-thirty. Tired.