Monday. To bed early to resume watching one or two things on the tablet, but to no avail, and so lights out around nine to awaken at six-fifteen after a somewhat uneven, but good night's sleep. I think. Pretty sure. Raining, as they'd forecast, and so a drive to breakfast, forgetting to feed the meter. Didn't even think about needing to feed it until later over breakfast and then, rather than go outside (still raining, but not as hard) finished up early to head out the door right at eight.

Had the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Hadn't eaten all that much yesterday and the weight was one-fifty on the scale when I got up and so went with the larger meal. Not a particularly big ripple in the pond, the pork chop, but the excitement for the morning I would bet.

Slow, down, clear the head, skip the babble.

Indeed. I need to go by an ATM later today and so let's hope the rain stops. The Weather Underground people are saying sun later this afternoon and so I suspect we'll have the chance.

Later. The rain had stopped and the sun was starting to burn through the clouds on the way to the bus at ten-thirty, catching the bus to the ATM on Broadway. The return bus wasn't due for fifteen minutes and so decided to walk back home, the camera never coming out of the backpack. But then I figured that would probably be the case when I was setting out. Thought to check the apartment house construction project at Webster, but decided against it when I arrived.

Home now with an afternoon ahead. I'd had a package due from Amazon Sunday, but received an email Sunday saying it was delayed. It had been shipped on time and arrived at the USPS Oakland facility early Sunday morning, but the note from USPS said they were working on it and it would arrive sometime between now and Thursday. And if it didn't come Thursday, give them a call. OK. I think. Did the truck it was on fall off a cliff?

Later still. A second dose of pain meds seems to have straightened the sinuses right out and so I printed some photographs, if only to see if the printer still worked after not having used it in, well, a very long time. It printed without a hiccup and so I ordered three ink cartridges in anticipation of replacing three that were running low, a self affirmation I still had a picture or two left within me for the future that would be worthy of a print.

Evening. The printing led to an examination of an area by the printer I haven't looked at closely in some time. I knew it was dusty, but not that dusty, and so we scrubbed. Just a bit, you understand, we didn't want to overdo it.

Watched the first episode of an Irish police procedural on the tablet and then got up to start the Father Brown episode on television at seven. Ten minutes were more than enough and so we won't mention it further. That said, I was unable, as always , to continue with the Miss Fisher episode that followed and so back to bed and that Irish police procedural again.