Wednesday. It did take a while to get to sleep last night, but then awakened later than usual at six to get up, take the blood pressure (116/73) and head out the door to walk to breakfast, dressed again for the cold. Clear skies, mostly, and cold, but not as cold as some recent mornings and so arrived in good shape before seven to find the restaurant open and ready for business.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Haven't had that in a while. Finished up early and set out for home before eight-thirty, another picture of a flower in one of the two sidewalk planters, a bicycle rider at the 580 Overpass light on Grand, a one remaining scooter from the line I'd passed going in and the selfie in the apartment house lobby. The haircut coming up at eleven and then the day's tasks are done. Mostly done.
Later. Arrived for the haircut right on time, returned shorn and ready to vegetate on the bed, watching two dumb Netflix Korean fantasy things on the tablet. Dumb, but not dumb enough to keep me from watching them. I guess if I were embarrassed by this I wouldn't be mentioning it here.
Evening. Looks like we're not going to war with Iran for the time being. You'd have hoped after Vietnam we'd have had a less miserable record in the Mid-East or that we'd have learned after ten years of conflict our approach has been a disaster. But everyone has an opinion on that, no need to babble on here.
To bed just after eight, lights out again at nine-thirty, let's hope for a good night's sleep ahead.