Monday. Lights out again at nine-thirty to awaken for maybe twenty minutes at four this morning and then again for good just after six. Uneven, but seems to have been OK. Off to breakfast on an overcast morning, they're saying sun later with a high of seventy, to arrive at the restaurant and find it open with one or two people being served. So good. The nose running a bit, but that seems to be what it does in any kind of temperature change.

The avocado omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by a quarter to nine and setting out for home to be pleasantly surprised to pass a Mourning Dove feeding below the Lakeview School. You see them now and again, sometimes from my balcony, but they're rare enough to be a pleasant surprise.

A couple of bicyclists under the 580 Overpass, home to take a selfie in the lobby and then to settle in and scratch my head over my description of last night's two episodes of the Norwegian series The Acquitted. If I were serious about wanting to really understand my reaction, my critical reaction as such, I'd sit here and write a proper review. Clears and head and sharpens the mind when you think/write it through. But I haven't and I suspect I won't.

You're babbling.

Not sure why. More, I suspect, for being lazy than anything else.

Later. The one-ten downtown bus didn't come again as I stood waiting and so returned to the apartment. It had been a chancy thing getting me out of the apartment to head downtown anyway and so turning around and not waiting any longer was the obvious outcome. This isn't the first time this particular bus hasn't shown up or has been running more than ten minutes late. I'm hoping this isn't true for the entire system.

OK, back to the apartment to lie down, getting in a fuzzy headed hour's nap, but that's been about it. Made it to seventy degrees here earlier, two degrees warmer with the breeze would have been perfect.

Evening. Watched the Norwegian Mammon – Ragnarök at six and Mammon – Great Winter at seven. Something about political infighting over an educational budget, nothing out of the ordinary there, but with people being assassinated right and left by a hooded man who puts a bullet through his victim's eye. You begin to suspect Norwegians may take their educational programs/budgets more seriously than others.