Wednesday. Lights out again by ten, but awakening at seven. No way to predict these things, but nice and light outside when walking to breakfast. A decent walk, the body still a bit early morning creaky, but best to be walking. No thought to take the car.

The rest of the morning has zipped right on by and so a walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and then back, no desire to walk or take a bus somewhere else. I've obviously been thinking quite a bit about that, the problem not so much not being in physical shape for a long walk or outing, but not being in the mood, being put off the idea of traveling here or there altogether for reasons that seem more like feelings, feelings that “out there” is somehow uninteresting, if not troubling.

Troubling?

Right at the edge of, or, maybe, something like troubling without being troubling. We are in new and unfamiliar territory here.

Anyway, the morning gone and now into the afternoon having read the usual news sites that augment the stuff I get from the morning papers. Sunny, by the way, and warm.

Later. Finally noticed the date up top has been set at January, 2015. I've looked at it now for twenty-seven days in a row without noticing. Memory, memory.

As opposed to sloppy? Not paying attention?

We repeat: every year now is new territory. It is instructing us whenever we notice these mistakes at least. Lessons, so to speak.

Evening. Tablet (a French movie that proved of interest), a Charlie Rose set of interviews I was happy to watch (the upcoming primaries, what else?) and then to bed early again at nine. Lights out by ten? If not what else?