Sunday. To sleep at a decent hour, although I don't remember what it was, but decent, none the less, to awaken then at five-thirty and doze off and on until six to get up, take the blood pressure and think about taking the blood pressure med, but deciding not. To bed again to get up after listening to the half hour TUC Radio program at six-thirty and set out driving to breakfast, parking in front of the restaurant and enter their indoor dining area to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee because that's all that appealed (well under one fifty-five on the scale this morning), finishing at nine-thirty to walk to the car and drive home, taking the selfie in the lobby, taking the blood pressure again (better than it was first thing this morning) and settle down at the computer to go over yesterday's bloviation before posting, process the morning's miserable number of pictures and start here before eleven.

A bright sun, this morning, we had to wait for the afternoon before it came out yesterday. Now to get something done toward the move next month, release some of the psychological pressure it's causing.

Later. Good. A productive afternoon, packing up the laptop and all its accessories, throwing out a bunch of stuff that needed to go and clearing up quite a bit of space. Progress. If I were to do this every day I'd be ready for the movers well in advance of the moving date.

Evening. Watched more episodes of the Netflix Turkish goes on forever series Resurrection: Ertugrul. I'm wondering if in modern Turkey (the series itself is set during the Crusades) they still spend half their time praising/go with/asking God to take care of them. Still, it does seem to have kept my interest. Lights out by nine, my lights out well before eleven.