Friday. Lights out by ten, a decent night's sleep in so far as we count these things anymore, up with the alarm to head off to breakfast and back on an overcast morning. They're saying some chance of rain in the evening and from the looks of the sky at the moment they could well be right. But no need to obsess, we'll still get some pictures.

You'll undoubtedly hide inside and not poke your nose out the door.

Only if it is indeed raining. We'll get a construction site picture or two because we always do and, if it rains, we'll stay inside and watch clever things on the ever present, ever entertaining television-tablet-web. It's what we all do in these new days of 21st Century innocence and dread.

Stop. Take a nap.

Later. After lying down on the bed for about thirty minutes, up to walk over to the apartment construction site. I'm realizing they take an early lunch about the time I usually visit in the later morning because (I'm assuming) their day starts so early and so there usually aren't all that many people in the pictures. Doesn't matter. Lots of lumber. Lots and lots of lumber. I suspect at the rate it's going up they're going to finish the framing in February.

Back to the apartment, another session lying on the bed without going to sleep. Another the brain didn't want to go, but the body demanded we did trip to the bus stop, thinking, having checked the bus smartphone app, I'd already missed my usual bus and so headed on to another bus at its stop farther on Grand, only to have the bus I thought I'd missed pass me as I was walking. Could have caught it if I'd but checked the app again. Hi, ho. We're out the door feeling better, no need to think fuss over the little stuff.

On to the Perkins Street stop, the alternate bus arriving not long after, over to the City Center to have my usual cinnamon roll and coffee out at the usual table. Again, overcast, not many people about on a Friday although it was close to noon.

Some of the people passing the table were holding #BlackLivesMatter signs, flags and banners as if they were heading for a gathering somewhere nearby. Except there were others going in what seemed to be the opposite direction. Learned later there'd been a demonstration that had finished up at about the time I'd arrived, shutting down the Federal Building next to the City Center that I'd been unaware of and would most probably have photographed if I had. Pay more attention I said. It's not that hard.

A walk back to the apartment, more to get the exercise in for the day than not connecting with a bus, stopping briefly to sit at a table by the coffee shop next to the Christ The Light Church. I really haven't been doing enough walking. I read it's particularly important at this age, keeps you conscious as you grow older, avoids things like Alzheimer's. I don't mind walking, particularly when it results in pictures. Otherwise I'd stop reading such scurrilous stuff.

Evening. For some reason I got involved in watching a television series on Netflix and skipped watching the episode of New Tricks I usually watch on Friday nights and, figuring (probably correctly) I wasn't going to be able to handle the Dalziel and Pascoe episode I almost invariably skip that follows, I went to bed to curl up with the tablet. Which, just looking at it on paper, seems a bit strange. “Curling up with your tablet.» Perhaps this world will end in a bang or a whimper, but either way, it will happen illuminated under the flickering blue light of an ivory screen.