Saturday. Don't really remember when I got to sleep last night, but if it was late I suspect it wasn't overly late. Awoke a couple of times briefly this morning at four and five and then for good at six-thirty, took the blood pressure to find it (as usual for a first time in the morning reading) very good, went back to bed to listen to the NPR news until seven, got up and walked to breakfast under clearing skies to arrive, enter the restaurant's indoor dining area, turn on the lights, settle in at my table and start on the papers.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up before nine to set out for home under a fairly bright sun, taking the usual string of pictures. Arrived to take the selfie in the lobby, received a message I really needed to hit the bathroom as I entered the apartment, took the blood pressure to find it quite low, the systolic under a hundred on two of the three measurements. On to the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post, process the morning pictures and start this undying prose not long after eleven.

“Undying” as in a vampire can't die?

Not without driving a stake through its heart.

Later. Started the afternoon on the tablet with the first two episodes of All Of Us Are Dead, a Korean Zombie series I'd read a review of in the morning papers. Different and so far seems to have kept my interest, although I usually skip Zombie movies without a second thought. Watched the end of the 2022 Farmers Insurance Open golf tournament on television. Well, maybe half watched while sitting at the computer. Still, an exciting final round, enjoyed it.

Evening. Watched the first thirty minutes of The Artist at eight on PBS, having looked the movie up on the web and read a couple of critics comments to see what it might be about and if I should bother to check it out. Interesting enough, the back and forth between black and white and color silent movie treatment, but decided I was tired and bed was of more interest. Lights out and radio off by nine-thirty again, but this time getting to sleep sooner than not.