Thursday. To sleep early again to awaken at thirteen minutes after six, two minutes before the alarm was due to go off. OK, a longer than usual night's rest, up to take the blood pressure after last night's reading of 147/74 to find it at 105/67 this morning. Too high last night, too low this morning, the only thing separating them a decent night's sleep. Maybe the blood pressure meter is off. Maybe we talk about this with the doctor at the annual physical next week. Maybe we head out the door to breakfast under clear and quite cold skies and think about something else, the watering eyes, the nose not far behind.

Arrived at five minutes to seven to find the restaurant and back kitchen dark, a worker arriving one minute later. OK, into the dining area to turn on the lights and settle in at the table, ordering the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast later when the kitchen opened. Finished the papers at close to nine and set out for home, the vision, as always, a little off in the sunlight as the vision is always a little off when walking home in the sunlight, taking the usual pictures as I found them and taking another selfie in the lobby when I got home. Need to do the laundry today, need to make a haircut appointment for tomorrow, need to do too many things.

Poor baby.

At least the laundry has started.

Later. Finished up the laundry by one, but then lied down feeling tired. Feeling more tired. Took another blood pressure reading at three: 106/60. OK, low enough to explain the so called tiredness business, we'll start reading it more often to see if we're back into another pressure up, pressure down problem. Managed to put off walking down the way to make the haircut appointment.

Evening. More television, some tablet, watched the beginning of Vera at eight. I'm finding I need to cup my ears to make out their accents, the usual with Vera, but maybe a hearing test after reading how even a small decrease in your ability to hear has a large effect on memory deterioration. Odd to hear, a hearing/memory connection, but life with a hearing aid would not be the end of the world. Blood pressure 125/74 at eight forty-five.