Saturday. To bed to watch something on the tablet, to sleep and then up with the alarm after what appears to have been a good night's rest. Just like that. Now if I could find a way to repeat it tonight....

Yesterday's entry was a mess. Still a mess, but less so after wrestling with it for a bit. How many times for how many entries have I rattled/babbled on about exactly this? Mindless descriptions of a day's routine should at least make sense, words spelled conventionally, subject-verb-objects intact. Now and again. Maybe the mind is clearer in the mornings and whatever writing I do in the afternoons and evenings (I usually do the evenings the next morning, as I did this morning) reflects an aging emptied head.

The sun is shining, the day starts well, best not to go off the tracks right off the bat.

So many rules, even when you've retired. Who makes up this stuff?

Later. A walk over by the lake and the farmers market to the morning café to have coffee out at a patio table, a walk back then to the apartment. Probably our excitement for the day as I have a delivery on the way and will probably talk myself into waiting here until it arrives.

Silly you.

Silly me. A really nice day out there, too. The temperature looks like it will hit seventy. Lots of people about.

Later still. Some work on old photographs, some cleaning up around the apartment (where does all this dust come from?), more typos discovered in yesterday's entry, all the while listening to an album (or two) from long ago when the world was young. Don't play many of the old albums, they can make me, well, sad. Memories, chapters from the past, chances taken, chances not taken, lessons learned, stumbles made. I'm sure I'm not the only one who experiences this. Your life's soundtrack. Still, nice every so often to listen to the music again with a somewhat fresh ear.

Evening. Watched the beginning of It Happened One Night starting at eight, a classic Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert movie from the early thirties. It's been too long, the artistic definitions have shifted too far making what was then (I suspect) fresh dumb and painful to watch. Or something. So to bed to watch something current on the tablet, something less clever and therefore equally painful, before turning out the lights.