Saturday. There have been a number of articles recently on how watching or reading content on a lighted tablet can affect your ability to sleep. They're saying exposure to blue spectrum light in the period two or three hours prior to bed disrupts the body's mechanism and makes for a less sound, less productive night's rest. Something about melatonin production, REM sleep interruption and the rest.

And?

And I'm starting to believe it. Watched too much stuff on the tablet before turning out the lights before ten, an uneven entry into unconsciousness, although awakening just before six to get up without a problem and head out and back from breakfast. An uneven night's sleep. I suspect it will come back and bite me later in the day, although I've been cooking right along since I've been awake.

Later. A walk over by the lake and on through the farmers market to have two scoops of ice cream in a cup at the shop on Lakeview, back then around to take a picture of the gas station sign across from my morning café. I'd noted the price this morning, but decided it was the same as yesterday's price and didn't cross the street to take a picture. I was wrong. A demonstration of memory and sloth working in tandem. No excuse. The small picture of the sign itself in the bright light is, unfortunately, useless.

Hi, ho.

Indeed. A lie down to see if we might get to sleep. No. Not that tired. Still clear headed. I think. I'm always less sure when looking back on it. Clear headed? Well, we thought we were, if we were thinking.

More time spent watching episodes of a series on Netflix, losing interest finally and getting up now that it's mid-afternoon. Nothing to show for the day. One picture by the lake, one bad picture of a gas station sign, no urges to go outside again, although I'm hungry and that's an indication we still might go out later.

Later still. Watched the remainder of the Netflix hosted second season of The Fall on the tablet. Good guys/girls, bad guys/girls (and one really bad guy) commonly mixed together in current detective series it seems, not sure I felt sympathy for any of the characters. Still, not bad, I've been watching it now for two hours or so a day for these last three days, six on hour plus episodes.

I (of course) had never heard of it before I stumbled across the first season. It's eaten up no small part of these last three days, of course, but it gives me a better chance I won't watch anything on the tablet later after six. The evil rays, you understand. A bit like chocolate and the disorienting ocular migraine thing.

We do want to get a better night's sleep, even though we feel quite clear headed at the moment after some slow periods earlier in the day. Hey. Maybe look at this computer hard drive problem again. I won't, but it generally means I'm feeling pretty good when I start thinking of doing things to do even though I don't follow through.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed to not watch anything on the tablet. Right? Right?