Thursday. To sleep before eleven, I'm guessing, to awaken then after six to turn on Democracy Now! and set out walking at the usual time to breakfast under clear skies and a bright sun, arriving before they started setting up the patio tables and such and so settled in at my table and started on the papers. One other diner showed up while I was there, but all the others opted for the patio.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight holding on the scale just fine these last few weeks, finishing up around nine again to get a subtle inkling maybe I could/should use their bathroom. Just in case. Remembering my decision to do so whenever even a hint of needing to go became apparent, so off to their bathroom to find that that wanted to pass was air.

OK, on home, the body however again starting to send the occasional twinge that maybe there was more than just air inside and I might have to hurry. Got home safely, took the selfie in the lobby and got just in time to the bathroom. This pain from the ass routine is a pain in the ass, not sure how it can be managed.

Later. Not tired, at least, and so must have gotten a decent night's sleep. Didn't do anything with the relatively clear head other than watch more stuff on the tablet and listen to the usual news programs.

Evening. Watched the first forty minutes of Vera at eight. I'd seen it before (I believe I've seen all of them before), but forty minutes in was enough to remember who'd done the deed and why. Mostly.