Wednesday. To sleep reasonably soon after ten to awaken at five fifty-five and listen to Democracy Now! before getting up at the usual time to walk to breakfast under overcast skies and a cool, but not unreasonably cool temperature. “Unreasonably” cool is when I start to feel uncomfortable. Arrived at the usual time to sit at my table and start on the papers, no other diners arrived to sit inside before I finished and not that many came to sit out on the patio.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up by nine to set out for home under still overcast skies, taking fewer pictures than I usually do, but only by a few. Took particular attention to my surroundings after reading about the woman who's phone was stolen just down the hill from my apartment. A little paranoia is good, but you don't want to overdo it. He said.
Home to take the selfie in the lobby and then settle down at the computer to go over yesterday's entry before posting, process the morning pictures and start here. Life in the fast lane. Again.
Later. A close to an hour's nap before walking to the barber shop to make an appointment for Friday morning, passing by this on the way. Required a picture. Home to watch the news programs that start at two and do the usual stuff on the web before finally settling down on the bed and watching whatever I could find on the tablet.
Evening. Watched an episode of Midsomer Murders at eight that I'd seen before. Not unusual to have seen it before. Again, remembered some of the scenes as they played, but not who'd done it at the end. Kept me watching, not knowing who'd done it at the end, which is good. Just not sure what it means about the memory and where it might be going in these next few years. To bed after nine, to sleep after eleven.