Saturday. To sleep before eleven, I think, to awaken again just before six to take the blood pressure (113/62) and breathe a little sigh of relief after getting readings of 142/77 followed by 134/72 thirty minutes later last night. Listened to the news before setting out walking to breakfast on another bright sun, not going to be as warm as yesterday, morning to arrive at the usual time and settle in at my table in the dining room and start on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight right up against my 155 pound limit on the scale this morning, finishing up just after nine and head out for home. I'd worn a light jacket and long sleeved shirt this time and found it not too warm. Took the usual series of pictures, over half the people I passed not wearing masks. I'm thinking I'll continue with a mask for at least another week or more just to be on the safe side, no need to rush, although they're not the most comfortable accessory to wear while walking under a hot sun.

Home to take the selfie and discover I should have used the restaurant bathroom before I left and so lost another pair of underpants. In thinking about this low blood pressure business I picked up the bottle of MiraLAX to read the label again and discovered you're supposed to limit its usage to one week. I've been taking it since before the colonoscopy, over three weeks, and so skipped taking it when I got home. Might not have had any effect on the blood pressure, but it's the only real change I think I've made since this lower blood pressure business started. We'll at least save on jockey shorts. One hopes.

Later. I did pack a camera in the backpack and get ready to take a walk, but stopped on the second floor stairwell and looked out over the street thinking do I really want to do this? Turns out I didn't and so returned to the apartment and spent the afternoon on the tablet. A high out there of seventy so at least the weather was right.

Evening. Watched the first half of The Good German, a 2006 movie starring George Clooney and Cate Blanchett that I'd never heard of before and found it, well, different. “Different” evidently causing me to bail and go to bed at nine to listen to the amazing numbers of commercial level fireworks detonating over at the lake, evidently in celebration of Juneteenth. Really loud explosions running continuously until after eleven, more in number than I remember even on earlier Fourth of July nights, making it too loud and jarring to get to sleep until they quit.