Wednesday. To sleep well after ten, no fireworks sounding in the distance, to awaken just before six. Not bad. No complaints. Out the door to walk to breakfast on an overcast and cool morning, the weather people saying mid-seventies again later this afternoon, arriving to enter the restaurant's closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.
The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the number on the scale not particularly frightening this morning, to finish up just after nine and set out for home, passing the still boarded up jewelry shop before reaching the stretch of planters and their flowers, some of them doing well, some of them struggling. Life in the wild, in other words, even in the middle of a city.
The parked car with the punched out passenger side window still sitting on the street, no sign of rental scooters on the sidewalks or by the lake now for these last three or four days, on to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer to scrape out a finish for yesterday's entry before starting here.
Later. Seventy-one today, they're saying a high of seventy-six tomorrow. Didn't mean a thing. Stayed inside and watched more of that Korean series on the tablet in addition to half listening to the usual news programs. No complaints. Goes fast, it does, this tablet fog.
Evening. Watched Midsomer Murders at eight. Not so bad, the “guy who done it” and the plot were a stretch, but I sat and watched. To bed then before ten, watched the clock turn eleven, to sleep soon enough thereafter.