Friday To sleep without too much trouble to awaken then at six forty-three, two minutes before the alarm was due to go off. Enough sleep, I'd guess, but I need to set the alarm for six-thirty instead of six forty-five to give me more time to get my act together. Up out of the bed and ready to go at the usual time, but feeling a bit hurried.

The blood pressure 124/68, and so that was alright, and so out the door to walk to breakfast under pretty much clear skies to arrive just before the waitresses arrived and so walked into the dining area to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The oatmeal, toast and coffee, this time, still worrying a bit about the weight. Under the one fifty-five max on the scale this morning, not really out of hand, but closer to the edge than I'd have liked. Finished up after nine to walk by the barber shop, saw it was open and so made an appointment for first thing in the morning this coming Friday. Are we fooling with our COVID fate by getting a haircut?

On home taking pictures of the number of scooters set out on the sidewalk, none of them having been rented between the time I walked to breakfast and now heading home. We are easily amused taking such photographs. Home to take the selfie and settle in at the computer to mess with this.

Later. A forty-five minute nap, started a series on Britbox I had the feeling I've seen before, but had forgotten pretty much all of it, did the usual Facebook things, watched the news, ate more than I should and that's pretty much been the afternoon. Oh, and second thoughts on making that haircut appointment.

Evening. Watched half an hour of Inspector Morse at eight feeling fuzzy headed and tired, enough to be a little concerned. Fuzzy headed and tired seem to be ever more constant companions. The blood pressure 134/68, could have been better. To bed with lights out at nine-thirty.