Friday. Last night ended with lights out at a decent hour to awaken before six to then get up and listen to the first half of Democracy Now as I prepared to set out for breakfast, the blood pressure 120/67 last night before bed, the pressure 108/79 this morning when I got up. Good. I guess. Don't want it too low, don't want it too high, but when, at what point during the day, (before bed, getting up, noon hour coming home after a long walk?) is the reading right?

Overcast on the way to breakfast: the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries with coffee and a fruit cup. Walking home, passing the pandorea flowers, the shop window along Grand, a discarded box of Trader Joe's Buttermilk Pancake mix below the Lakeview school providing the excitement on the journey home. No complaints. A good start to a day: the head clear, whatever else there is that tends to get in the way in abeyance. More clear lately than not, I'd say.

Later. A bath, a short lie down to take a nap (no sleep, but well worth the while) before noon to then head out the door and catch a bus downtown to Latham Square, thinking more of lunch at the City Center than getting photographs of any progress they may or may not have made since the last visit.

A walk through Frank Ogawa Plaza and by City Hall, taking a photograph of this fellow simultaneously tossing as many as three tennis balls into the air without error as I passed him by. A tuna on a poppy seed bagel with a V8 juice at an outside table, the Center not as crowded as I thought it would be during a Friday noon hour, taking my time before heading back to Latham Square to catch a bus, the sun bright and light wind just right in a long sleeved shirt.

Home to hear of the military coup underway in Turkey. This has been quite the week. Listen to the News Hour in bed, take another blood pressure reading (108/79 at three forty-five), listen to the BBC News at four, back to the bedroom for communion with the tablet. Enough news this afternoon, we'll dial in later to check on Turkey. Coups rarely (if ever) are for the better.

Evening. A New Tricks I've seen before, but didn't remember but a few snippets. Remembered the ending, but only as it arrived. Ah, well. The often confusing English accents and the slippery state of my memory allow me to watch these things with continued interest, probably forever. Might as well lighten up and go with it.

I'd also seen the Inspector George Gently that followed, remembered how it began anyway, seemed to recall I'd watched with some interest whenever it was I watched it back then, a two-part series, but I was really down on watching it again. Didn't watch it again.