Wednesday. Lights out well before ten to awaken then at ten minutes after six, right on target. Up and out the door on a cold and clear morning, felt as cold as it's been that I can remember, to arrive at the restaurant to find it open. Good.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers, finishing up by a quarter to nine and head out for home, noticing the four cent drop in the price of regular and documenting the change. Best not to start the day with a memory glitch. Bright sun on the way home, the usual few pictures and another selfie in the apartment house lobby mirror in a little better focus this time.

A Protime blood thinner test today and so over to the lab later, we'll put off doing the laundry until tomorrow.

Later. I generally want to arrive half an hour to forty-five minutes before the lab closes at noon to be sure I get the blood drawn and don't end up sitting around for an hour while they have lunch and so hurried out the door to catch the bus at a quarter to eleven, catching it with thirty seconds to spare. OK, get yourself together, thirty seconds, no more of this last minute stuff.

Off at Broadway to walk by the construction sites at Valdez and 23rd Street as well as Webster before heading on to Broadway to walk to the lab, taking a picture of the construction site at 27th. Quite a bit warmer now that the sun was up, a high of sixty-four here in my neighborhood later in the afternoon.

A series of pictures, as I approached the lab, of the apartment house being built between Broadway and Webster at Hawthorne, as I've done now over these last many months, to find but one other person ahead of me in line and so got the blood drawn without a wait. Good. Over to the café to have a yogurt cup and coffee for lunch, a walk down to Broadway and then on to 27th, a bus arriving as I was passing and so a bus the rest of the way to Grand and connecting to a bus with four minutes to spare at Webster and home. Good. I wasn't all that tired, but it felt nice not to have to walk.

Evening. An afternoon of news and the tablet, continuing into the evening with The Rise of Phoenixes where the story line has started to fly apart. The power struggles are reaching an end game and all kinds of characters I've been following are getting themselves killed, goods guys for sixty episodes are turning into bad guys in these last five and way too many attractive women are biting the dust, all this in Chinese with English subtitles.

No one will understand what any of that means.

I'm down to the last two episodes and even I don't know what any of it means.