Friday. Lights out just after ten to then awaken at ten minutes before six, the night similar to the night before (but without the earthquake), but not sleeping in for that extra. So good. Checked the weather. The streets were wet, but the sky, cloudy yes, but not looking like rain and so a walk to breakfast. Warm, under the overcast, and so none of the runny nose, eyes watering problems of these recent weeks. So good.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. We're still not quite at one-fifty on the scale, eight tenths of a pound over this morning, but we're getting there and so we ordered the waffle and fruit breakfast because that's what appealed.

Still overcast, the sky still grey, but no rain and so an uneventful walk home. Well, not quite. A woman had her car stall at the 580 exit traffic light and was forced to push it through the intersection (with aid from two bystanders) and I realized, just now, writing this, that I hadn't had the wits about me to take a picture. Just never occurred. That's not good, not that it would have made a particularly good picture, but would have worked well here. What was I thinking? Was I thinking?

Obviously not.

Later. It started raining just after ten and has continued now into the afternoon. I've listened to enough news for a day, spent an hour lying down toying with a nap and now need to figure out what to do for lunch. Decisions, decisions.

And that's been the afternoon?

Seems it's been.

Evening. Checked the PBS Murder Maps at seven followed by a DCI Banks episode at eight and managed to avoid or at least bail on both of them, heading for bed before nine. OK, tired at least, feels good to be tired, makes getting to sleep a snap.