Wednesday. To sleep after ten to awaken at six-thirty. A good night's sleep feeling just fine, no lingering symptoms from the brief period of chills that had gotten me into bed last night. OK, the Shingles shot will take the blame.
Up to walk to breakfast, arriving as usual before eight to settle in at the outside table and start on the papers. Overcast, but they're saying sun later with a temperature in the high sixties.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up just after nine to walk home, noticing for the first time this sign in The Alley window and so a picture. I may dial in just to see what it looks like. On to take the usual series of pictures, the overcast light better than bright sun in photographing these things.
Home to take the selfie and settle in with yesterday's entry, feeling fine after the walk. A good sign, not crashing in bed every time you walk to breakfast. He said.
Later. Watched the news, watched a two part detective series on the tablet based on a real case in Australia and thus went the afternoon.
Evening. Stayed up to check out Midsomer Murders at eight to discover it was a series I'd seen before and didn't want to see again and so back to bed. The shoulder in which I'd gotten the Shingles shot is still a little sore when it rubs up against anything, but doesn't seem to get in the way of sleeping when lying on it in bed and so to sleep after ten. Another cookie cutter day in Oakland.