Friday. Not bad. To sleep soon enough to then awaken at six oh-two, getting up to take the blood pressure (looking good) and then back to bed to listen to the rest of Democracy Now! before getting up again to walk to breakfast under clearing skies, arriving to enter the indoor dining area to turn on the lights and settle down at my table with the papers. A fair number of people arrived to eat indoors before I'd finished, none choosing to sit outside on the patio and so maybe people are blowing off recent concerns over the Omicron variant.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up after nine to set out for home under clearer skies, the sun fairly bright, the attitude good. No thoughts of maybe getting a signal to run for the bathroom any time soon. Which is good.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby, take the blood pressure to find it holding up and then settle in at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post, process the morning's pictures and start here at eleven forty-five. Another morning lot in a rut, but a comfortable rut and suddenly it's noon.

Later. I've managed to avoid the tasks I needed to do today, not totally sure where that's coming from. A snapshot of a pigeon resting briefly on the netting on its way to the nests above. Not a very good snapshot, but that's how it goes.

Spent the last half of the afternoon watching episodes of Signs, a Polish police procedural that, two episodes in, I realized I'd obviously seen before but remembered nothing about it other than recognizing a few brief scenes. Is this normal? When did I watch it before? Years ago? Probably, but the longer the better if the memory of it is that far gone.

You didn't scroll down and look at the episodes to see if they had the red line at the bottom showing you'd seen them before.

Not until I was those two episodes in.

Evening. Surprised myself and watched the Hercule Poirot episode on PBS at eight without apparent damage or distress, to bed and lights out soon after.