Thursday. To sleep before eleven. Can't remember how much before eleven or if it was right on eleven, but anyway around the usual time to awaken then at five forty-five (again). No complaints, the time goes quickly in the mornings and so up to drive first to the Lakeshore ATM and then on to breakfast, arriving at the usual time to settle in with the papers in the empty closed off dining area.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, finishing up at the usual time around fifteen minutes after nine, but setting out for a local smog test shop on Lakeshore, leaving the car to be tested and walking to the nearby Walmart pharmacy to see if I couldn't get the second Shingles shot I need to get before the end of this month. They told me they won't be giving the shot until they receive the PPE supplies they need to start administering it again later this month, please give them a call to arrange a time after they get them. Bummer.

Back to the smog test shop to find they'd completed the test, but the fact my battery had been reset recently had screwed up the car electronics in a way that made it fail and the only way to fix it was to reset the electronics by driving it at 55 miles per hour for at least thirty minutes and then bring it back again and that should take care of the problem. Shit. Maybe later today, get out on the road, drive the damned thing somewhere and back for thirty minutes and bring it back to the shop, the guy suggested around five-thirty.

Home to take the selfie and think about where I might go on what highway and when.

Later. A forty minute round trip drive on Highway 580 at sixty miles an hour to pull into the smog test shop to be told the measuring device was down, come in tomorrow. Hmm. We'll bring it in tomorrow morning, another excuse to avoid walking. Let's hope the damned thing passes.

Evening. Another rest of an afternoon and evening watching a Finnish police procedural on the tablet, up to check out Vera at eight and experiencing the same problem of making out what they were saying through their accents and what I'm guessing is a less than stellar audio side of my television set. Coupled by less than fine tuned ears. Such is life. To bed again just before ten, to sleep on or not long after eleven, all of one or two fireworks explosions in the distance this evening.