Thursday. Lights out at ten and to sleep easily enough, awakening briefly at four-thirty to then go back to sleep and awaken at six-fifteen. Good enough for me, deedle-dee-dee. Out the door to walk to breakfast under low hanging clouds to arrive at the usual time and settle in at my outside table with the papers. The weather people are saying another sunny afternoon with a high of seventy-two, these conditions continuing through this next week.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee again, we're keeping an eye on the weight, finishing up after nine to walk home under the clouds taking what pictures I could find here and there, almost all of them duplicates from yesterday. Not a thought to do anything more. Keeps me amused as I've too often mentioned.

Makes it hard to get them all linked without writing a run on sentence.

Indeed.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer with the morning journal routine: finishing and posting yesterday's entry before starting here. No thought to do anything other than hang around inside all day, except I haven't checked out the construction site just up from my apartment in a long time and maybe I'll set out later to take a peek. They've continued working on the existing building below it that fronts on Grand, passing them this morning moving still more trash into a truck from its interior.

Later. Oh, well. Probably nothing going on at the construction site just up the way. The end of month Amazon packages arrived. More V8 juice and various noodle bowls and such. Listened to some music, listened to the news, and that filled an afternoon.

Evening. Another repeat episode of Vera I've probably seen twice before, still not remembering who'd done what and why, although I did remember the woman had been shot and killed in error. Managed about twenty minutes of it before giving up.