Monday. Lights out by ten to awaken just before six to get up and get ready to walk to breakfast on an overcast morning, the blood pressure at 111/76. Good. So far, so good.

Arrived at five to seven, the restaurant open and so a two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee breakfast over the papers, leaving at eight-thirty after reading the usual stuff. I may have lucked out when I happened to be born. Chancy as the world has been in these last seventy-five years, the years ahead don't look any better and maybe not as good.

Now, now.

Leaving the restaurant I took a series of pictures of a homeless man dancing to music coming from the exercise studio above the pizza parlor who's often seen in the area, often shouting out loud and behaving weirdly to the point you watch him very carefully if he comes at all near. Scary enough looking, although he's never to my knowledge acted out against anyone, but there's obviously a story here and it makes you remember how lucky you've been in your own life with the pitfalls you've avoided and the support you've received.

The usual walk home, a picture of a little different kind of flower below the Lakeview school (along with the usual) and a picture of the line of Lime scooters by the lake, finding another as I turned off Grand to head up my street. Took pictures of the scooters lined up at the lake yesterday. There was a good dozen of them zipping between the walkers and the crowds and still one or two sitting, ready for someone to activate and take off.

You do go on and on about these scooters.

I do. Something to talk about.

The blood pressure 125/76 returning to the apartment just after climbing the stairs, 111/75 just now at ten-thirty. A result on the blood test arrived by email this morning: nothing out of place. So we'll cancel the follow up doctor's appointment at the end of this week and monitor it more closely than we've done in the past.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM at noon to then walk on to the City Center, taking a picture of the building construction site at 17th. Bought a box of Good & Plenty at the convenience store, sat and ate all of them on a bench in the Center before walking to the bus stop at Grand, the sinus-upper palate doing its thing, the head in a sinus delineated bubble. Still, otherwise feeling OK, wanting to get back to the apartment and take care of things I've been putting off. Well, at least chill out. We might get around to tasks later, but not right now.

Returning home the blood pressure was 109/72 and so canceled the doctor's follow up appointment as the doctor suggested if things seemed to be working themselves out. If they keep working out. It's been twenty hours since I took the last blood pressure med. Is it supposed to be sitting in the one-ten over seventy range when I'm due to take the med again in another three hours?

Evening. Watched more of the Scott & Bailey series on the tablet. I suspect I'd seen one or two episodes in the past, perhaps on television, one of the forever BBC productions they run on PBS. Have no idea how long ago or when. Weird mix of screwed up characters that seems to have reeled me right on in.

The blood pressure inching up by the time I took the blood pressure med and so we'll see how the numbers look tomorrow morning. I'm guessing they'll be OK, but I'm not sure I won't be checking it more often now to catch it, if it returns, before the world starts spinning.