Friday. Wide awake well into the night last night, to then awaken at ten to six all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Well, awake and certainly not tired. It seems. Out the door to walk to breakfast on another foggy morning. They're saying sun later, but definitely fog and not too cold.

Had the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries with coffee for breakfast, more because I haven't had it in a while, and now and again we feel some concern about the diet. Not horrible, the diet, but I don't really trust myself and so occasionally look at it and try not to drift into stupid territory, not that I know the difference.

OK, Friday, a walk home, the fog still in evidence. I need to go by an ATM later, so we're committed to getting out the door again today as the ATM is one of those tasks you can't easily put off if you want to continue paying cash for breakfast.

Later. A bus to the now functioning Broadway bank ATM to turn back to Grand at Webster and catch the bus home. Some thought to take pictures of the Webster apartment house construction site, felt much better than I had yesterday, but decided to blow it off. Riding home remembered The Post was starting today at the Grand Lake theater. When? Checked their site when I got home: 2:30 the next show. We'll go.

Later still. A walk to the theater to watch The Post with the small camera under a light jacket. Didn't take a single picture going or coming, but the movie was good, a large part of “good” in bringing back those times in the early seventies when we were doing the Rip Off Review at the press and Nixon was a topic of no little discussion.

Evening. Tired this evening and so checked out the Inspector George Gently episode that started at seven and then bailed. I'd seen it before, didn't need to see it again. Lights out at eighty-thirty, turned off the radio and went right to sleep.