Sunday. To bed and to sleep at a decent hour. Yes, I finished watching the movie I'd started earlier on the tablet, but it didn't have all that long to run and so to sleep before ten. And it is a Sunday, no need to set the alarm to avoid feeding the parking meters. A clear sky out there, plenty of sun, the Mosswood Park concert still something I could photograph with but a little effort. We'll see. Depends on how I feel come the afternoon.

Later. A blood pressure reading of 95 over 60 is probably adding to this feeling tired business at the moment, it dawning on me as I was lying down that I hadn't checked it in some time, hadn't thought to check it (as I haven't thought to check it so many times in the past). So we'll talk with the doctor and do something about changing the medication to something else. How many times have I allowed this to creep up on me in the past? Tired, not run the test?

A walk by the construction site and then on to the lake, lots of people walking, sun bathing and picnicking when I arrived. I've been walking by a bed of flowers planted under the white columned pergola mentally checking for bees without seeing any for months and months now until this morning (when was the last time I've seen any bees along the lake?) when I found a bee in almost every flower.

You read how Europe has banned neonicotinoid pesticides in their fight to save their bees, how we've been screwing around and doing nothing about it here. Anyway, bees. We still have bees. Good.

Later still. Hungry. Tired and hungry, but hungry, hungry enough to walk over to the local KFC and order a two piece - breast and wing - mashed potatoes and corn on the cob dinner. Brought it right home and ate it right up. Been a while since the body has sent any signals it was hungry for KFC chicken. Months. Not complaining, no longer hungry.

Evening. To bed early. Guitar, some terrible PBS television and guitar and then early to bed. Hup! Yes! He said.