Monday. To bed and to sleep before ten, tired and therefore didn't doubt I'd conk right out. Up well before the alarm to discover the Times had yet again failed to arrive (there's no Tribune delivered on Mondays). I'm hoping this is temporary, some kink in their delivery system, as it does screw up my mornings. Of course I could have breakfasts later. Another thirty minutes or more sleep might be nice and it wouldn't really affect the remainder of the morning. No place I need to be other than breakfast. After all.

A walk to and back with today's Chronicle and Saturday's Times and Tribune under the arm. There was enough date independent stuff I hadn't read to keep me entertained until breakfast arrived on a new week in a new month in the now 16th year of a new century. Puts late delivered papers in perspective.

Later. An hour's nap. Obviously last night's sleep wasn't enough. Up with the sinuses going through their usual routine, they'd started on the way home from breakfast, so no interest in heading outside except I know I need to go downtown and take the day's set of Latham Square pictures. I suspect I use “need” to get me outside whenever the head says no. There's no real “need”, I can miss a day, but it's useful as an excuse to get me going in the mornings.

You're making all this up.

Only partly.

Anyway, downtown on the bus to take pictures, wondering why they needed to build a box around the Latham sculpture. For protection, I guess, best to be careful. So good. A raspberry shortcake cookie and coffee in the Rotunda building before taking an elevator to the third floor and the stairs to the window I've been shooting from since the beginning to take the bird's eye set.

Down to the street and across Broadway to catch the bus to the apartment house construction site. At least there were people working on its exterior who could be included in the photographs. Now home, the pain meds I took before leaving to catch the bus probably having kicked in as I'm feeling better, the sinuses better and the attitude above sea level. Another dose to see if they can't do even more. Things are starting to look up at last.

I did remember to run the Protime blood thinner test, the weekly “stick a finger with a needle and feed the blood into a machine” routine, and the blood is still running thin. Just over the edge to thin, but the phone call later from the nurse told me to up the dosage a bit. So I will. Good that I remembered it was a Monday and time for the test. A check mark on the good side of the board.

Evening. An afternoon watching pieces of movies, many of them movies I wouldn't like to admit I'd watched. Just dumb, most of them, but embarrassing in the sense of being so dumb. My idea of dumb. Makes you wonder what Netflix and Amazon use this information for, what category your viewing habits put you in. Because they do track, I'd bet on it. Such was our later afternoon on the tablet: dumb movies and television.

Feel fine as I usually feel fine in the evenings. Could be it's because I'm just sitting or lying around, not walking, not getting any exercise. Allows the head to settle in, sell itself the kid is alright in the night.