Off to breakfast and back, another sunny day from the look of it, although they're saying it may rain later through Tuesday, so we'll make the best of it.

You have a choice?

No. Not really. Wouldn't mind if the ocular symptoms chose not to show up, but then that's obvious.

Later. A mid-morning bus ride downtown to pick up a prescription refill, a cup of coffee then in the City Center before a bus back to the apartment. Feel good. This makes three days without ocular symptoms. We'll leave it at that, but there's a major difference between the one and the other. Which means we've probably tempted Fate by mentioning it. Blather, blather. A change for the better might even improve the writing, a blather up (in other words).

Lunch at the usual place for a grilled cheese sandwich, ice cream and a lemonade. Yes, yes. We know. Probably not the best lunch, but we'll keep an eye on it. Make sure we vary the ice cream with the more nutritious flavors. Strawberry is good, I often have them sliced in the mornings. Vanilla, well. There's obviously something healthy in vanilla.

A walk back home to surf the web, check the usual news sites. Why so much news, particularly the financial news, the austerity push in Europe, the similar, but less destructive push here? It's an interest since school, keeps me mindlessly entertained, out of trouble, although it will make you pace the room and fret.

Now guitar. Start early. Should help. Couldn't hurt.

Evening. So far a clear headed day. My, my. Nothing on television I've wanted to watch, so more news (bombs in Beirut, upsets in Cyprus, Tiger Woods has found himself another blond) and more guitar. A good start on guitar, but I'm too often satisfied with a good start when a middle and an end are needed to make for a whole. We're good with starts.

To bed early, we'll see if we can't make it a habit.