Tuesday. Awakened again just before six in time to listen to the KPFA five minute news six while taking my time getting ready to head out to breakfast. Not raining, not really looking like it would rain in the next couple of hours, but drove to breakfast anyway to have eggs Benedict, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee over the papers, taking my time this time, as I'd fed the meter. Just I and one other patron having breakfast, others entering, but to pick up coffee and such in the way to work.

A doctor's appointment later at eleven and then a haircut at two-thirty in the afternoon. We'll see if we can't get tomorrow's Protime blood thinner test out of the way today as well, as the lab is located in the same building as the dermatologist's office. So stuff to get done.

An easy drive home to edit yesterday's entry before posting. Why so many typos in this morning section when I tell myself my mind is at its clearest? Are there any sitting in here now? I guess we'll know when we're checking it tomorrow.

Later. A drive to the dermatologist's office on Webster at a quarter after ten, thinking I should be able to fit in the Protime test at the lab if I find parking early enough, but burned up too much time driving around trying to find an open space, finally settling for one in the next door parking garage. Fine, the doctor checked for moles and such without finding any issues and we ended by scheduling an appointment later this month to have that “bump” removed from my lower inner lip. I may do a little more research though before I commit.

Had enough time remaining before the lab downstairs closes at noon to find they no longer had people waiting in line (there'd been four people earlier when I'd checked on the way to the doctor's office upstairs) and so had the blood drawn without a problem. So good.

Back to the car, taking pictures of the progress on the apartment house complex across the street from the lab, and then drove back to the apartment, stopping by the 7-11 look-alike for a pint of Häagen-Dazs strawberry ice cream. Been a while since I've had ice cream, longer still since I've had a pint at one time.

Later still. A bus to the Broadway ATM to find it still hadn't been repaired and so a long wait in line for a teller before walking to the City Center and the haircut appointment. Thirty minutes later I was out the door to catch a free bus to Grand and then walk home, the walk making me think I'd better get my tail out walking more often. More tired than I would have been not so far in the past.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to the tablet to watch a series I'd started last week. It's been both interesting and upsetting, the “upsetting” aspects giving me a fairly clear look into aspects of my own set of assumptions, foibles and fears. Why does this or that action by the main character cause me to become uncomfortable? Are we discovering silly chinks in our own perfect set of assumptions in how the world should work? Surely not.

We seem to be drifting here.

Probably because I don't want to do the thinking required to flesh this out. I'm a little old to be learning things about myself that I should have noticed and resolved when I was twenty or, if I'm slower than most, thirty.

Better fifty years late than never.