To breakfast and back on another day that looks as if it's going to get up into the seventies. Fine. For my over forty years in California I've never been able to say with any confidence “this is how the weather is in the summer/fall/winter/spring. Nor has anyone else (to my knowledge). But then we do go on and on, do we not? So early in the morning?

Have no idea what's ahead, although the head is in good shape, feel pretty good, the sinuses and upper palate on the back burner.

Back burner?

Turned down low, no competing for our attention. Cross our fingers now that we've mentioned it.

Later. A walk over to the lake with a long lens on the camera to find but few birds and ending up taking but one picture. Nothing to keep me wandering around looking for more and so went back to the apartment to see if I could get in a nap, the head and vision clear, but tired. Or whatever.

Another walk to have lunch at the usual place - a grilled Swiss cheese sandwich, ice cream and lemonade - the weather just fine in shirt sleeves but still feeling I'd do better returning home than say going on to the hardware store to pick up items I've had on my list for quite a while. I keep little (mental) lists. At least I don't forget them even if I don't do them.

Picked up a new calendar for 2014 at the book store on the way home and filled in some half dozen appointments I had taped to the old calendar (annual doctor and dentist appointments for the coming year) and filled photo opportunities from the old calendar into the new calendar to remember to look them up for the dates when the month arrives.

Another check mark next to an entry on one of your “mental” to-do lists?

Hey, it counts! Progress, right?

Guitar now, we did OK yesterday, start early so we get in time and practice. I've felt like taking another nap all day now, but without being able to get to sleep. Some reading in bed, but no sleep.

Evening. An hour or so of feeling funky after having spaghetti with clam sauce for dinner, maybe in conjunction with the grilled cheese and ice cream earlier? How many times have I said this? Doesn't matter, we're not having grilled cheese or ice cream again tomorrow.

It's been taking me until about seven on Thursdays before I recall it is a Thursday and another Elementary will be playing at ten. We'll see if I stay up or if I decide to go to bed and watch it tomorrow on the web. I'm thinking I've finally reached a point where I'm into “tomorrow on the web”, but we'll see, we always do, and whatever it is I'm saying right now will undoubtedly turn into a late night and a less than great mourning morning.