Friday. To sleep at a decent hour, I seem to recall, awakening at six-twenty after what I'm guessing was a decent night's sleep although I felt tired and logy getting up to walk to breakfast under overcast skies. Arrived to enter the indoor dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, the weight exactly at what I've decided is the maximum I'll allow on the scale this morning, finishing up at ten after nine to walk home under still overcast skies, but feeling much better than I had walking in. Not unusual, this feeling better walking home than I did walking in.

Took the usual series of pictures, the various flowers changing as they grow older, some for lack of care, some just going through their usual life cycle (I'm guessing). Not a pollen spreading insect to be found on any of them for weeks at a time.

Took the selfie in the lobby and settled in at the computer to finish yesterday's screed, post the thing, process the morning's muddy looking pictures and start on this, finishing by eleven-thirty.

Later. The news and a Netflix series on the tablet and so we rack up another cookie cutter afternoon.

Evening. Watched an Inspector Morse episode I've seen before not remembering much more than the beginning scene. Not really sure I know who'd done the evil deeds when it was over at nine forty-five, but that's to be expected given my history with these things. Still, to bed a little later than usual, let's hope it doesn't lead to an uneven night's rest.