The laundry is well under way, the last two of four loads in the wash, all of it will be done and hung (I'm guessing) by ten, a good time to take the bus downtown and go by the ATM and see whatever additional damage was done by the last Trayvon Martin demonstration. Evidently a number of broken windows were added to the earlier damage and, although I'll undoubtedly take a couple of pictures, I suspect I'd have blown it off altogether without the need for the ATM run.

Later. Close to an hour's nap after the laundry was finished before taking a bus to the ATM on Broadway and then walking on to the City Center to arrive just as the Wednesday noon concert was starting, a table available out in front of the bagel shop even with the large crowd. So a cup of coffee and a couple of pictures as the sun was starting to appear through the clouds.

Walking back along Broadway, a stop at the pharmacy to place an order to have a prescription refilled that I'd need to pick up right after returning from Portland, the lady asking if I had five minutes. I did, she did the deed and refilling the prescription is no longer something I have to think about.

Some guitar now that we're back home. We'll skip going to lunch at the usual place, make do with the cottage cheese and table grapes I picked up yesterday at the supermarket (be stupid to have bought them and then leave them in the refrigerator for a week) and start on packing in preparation for the trip. One small step at a time, no muss, no fuss.

The day is really nice, maybe a walk along the lake a little later with a long lens, maybe another nap.

Evening. Nothing on television this evening (with five PBS stations to choose from, a good half seem to be in perpetual find raising mode), so the last of a Netflix movie and then off to bed at an early hour. A long day tomorrow before heading off on the train.