Friday. I did watch the hour long Swedish Unit One last night, followed by a second episode at ten, getting to bed at eleven still wide awake and nowhere near sleep when a police siren - the whoop! whoop! whoop! kind - sounded below my bedroom window and people started shouting.

Looking down, there was a car stopped below my window with a police car right behind it, two policemen scrambling out of their car and shouting at the driver to stop his engine. The car started to move forward and the two policemen ran to shatter the rear windows of the car with their batons as he accelerated, all the while shouting for the driver to stop, the now what I saw to be three police cars behind him following, sirens whooping.

My, my. Maybe I should have thought to go into the hallway where I keep the cameras to grab one and attempt a picture. To bed again. More whoop! whoop! whoops! and this time I did grab a camera to photograph the same car, now with its rear windows broken, that had evidently raced around the block and had for some reason stopped at the exact same place on the shattered window glass, the same police cars having pulled up behind him. I'm assuming a him. Probably a thoroughly stupid drunken him from what he was doing.

And so more pictures as they finally got the driver in tow (out of my line of sight) and cleared up the mess before leaving, many of the neighbors by now outside watching. All this at midnight. Back to bed. Enough excitement.

Awake at the usual time, but getting up slowly to head off to breakfast, this time at seven, the day clear, the 4th of July weekend ahead.

Later. A walk to the morning café at noon for a scone and glass of lemonade, not sure I was in the mood for either, but a comfortable walk to and a bus back to take a nap. The day has started slowly.

Evening. One or two things on television that have in the past proven to be palatable. I'd gotten in quite a bit of time on the guitar last night going over and over a new riff. A little longer and more complicated than others I've been learning. Over and over to then sleep on it, let the brain program the sequence. Something I read, doesn't mean it's true, practice and then the brain etching it permanently during sleep, but this evening it was much easier to play right from the start.

Just like Eric Clapton?

Just like Kermit the Frog.

Anyway, we'll see how the evening may progress. With the riff. On the night of the 4th, all the fireworks having already exploded last night.