Wednesday. Awoke before six. Too early, but not unusual, and so up, remembering it was the 4th and I could drive to breakfast on what looked to be an overcast morning. OK, checked the blood pressure, 104/80, a bit low, but not too far out of bounds, and so off to breakfast to arrive just as the first kitchen worker arrived on his bicycle and so no need to wait. Good.
Had their Crab Cake Benedict, country potatoes and coffee for breakfast which was quite good. Something to celebrate with on the Fourth. Read the papers and set out for home taking but one picture along the sidewalk while heading for the car.
Nothing on the schedule for the day, maybe something happening on the other side of the lake after looking at an events calendar I usually check, felt a little light headed and so checked the blood pressure again: 86/62. Same thing happened yesterday for about an hour before it passed. Still in unknown territory here, so I will stop taking that med I mentioned for the ocular migraines in the mornings and see how that turns out.
Later. Finished the last episode of Scott & Bailey on the tablet while getting the head back together and then took a bus to Jack London Square, if only to get out of the apartment and be able to say I'd done something, at least taken a couple of pictures on this holiday. Walked about in a pretty good sized crowd and then returned on the bus, not stopping to pick up anything to eat, taking another blood pressure reading because I was feeling woozy - 89/69 - and crashed on the bed. Watched an Australian series this time on the tablet.
What's the difference between feeling “fuzzy” and “woozy”?
Evening. More of the Australian (spy) series, up to take a look at Midsomer Murders at eight, another check of the blood pressure - 115/70 - at eight forty-five and then to bed. All kinds of explosions could be heard in the distance after the television and radio were turned off, but it is the Fourth of July and some things don't change, I guess.