Friday. To bed at eleven after watching Vera last night, to sleep quickly enough, but awakening just before six to turn on the radio and listen to Democracy Now as I got ready to head out to breakfast. Looked wet outside and it was, so I opted to drive and then swing by the supermarket afterward. Which I did.

And you bought?

Yes, two of the little bottles of sake, the cheese spread and crackers and then some other more sensible stuff from the list of foods recommended by politically correct members of the government. Haven't been shopping in a while, needed to go by just to familiarize myself again with the store, make sure it was still there and remained a reliable source for sake, cheese and overpriced crackers.

We are drifting.

We are wide awake (seemingly), the day is overcast, a little rainy, but otherwise up and on its two feet. We need rain, even if what we have here is not enough to have an effect on the drought. We do.

He said.

Later. Still overcast, but the intermittent rain has stopped and they're saying a sunny weekend, which is good as there's a festival scheduled on Sunday at the lake. A walk over to the apartment house construction site before noon to take a set of pictures, workmen visible on the building, so I was happy with that.

Felt pretty good, overcast day or not, so I put together another two sections of apartment house photographs and posted them to the web. I'm still over a month behind with the apartment posting and so maybe we'll do more later today and tomorrow. There's some chance of that, but two sections for now is enough. Even with processing all the photographs daily, it still takes over an hour to put together a section and two, two and a half hours in a day is more than enough. He said.

Later still. Late afternoon, sun, clear sky, looks good for tomorrow and the weekend. I, of course, spent my time productively watching the end of a movie on the tablet that dovetailed nicely into Democracy Now, another iteration of my afternoon routine now complete. The cheddar cheese spread and most of the crackers seem to have been consumed along with the sake, the two one serving bottles over a period of three hours. No need to get too twisted in too short a period with the sake was the thinking. I think I was thinking.

Evening. A New Tricks I've seen more than once before at seven, no need to watch it again this evening. No real need to watch it after I'd seen it the first time, but we get sloppy and, as I've mentioned, the memory doesn't always warn me as well as it might have in the past. The Midsomer Murders at eight?

My easing through the sake more slowly than is the habit doesn't seem to have increased interest in Midsomer television and, in fact, seems to have derailed any chance of playing along on the guitar, so maybe to bed early. The sake is good for getting to bed early and turning out the lights. He said to himself more than once. Twice.