Friday. Yes I'd seen last night's Midsomer Murders before and so to bed just after it started at eight (somehow forgetting to shut down the computer and external hard drives) with lights out by ten to enter another fitful night's sleep, interrupted by semi-conscious interludes during which I noted the clock ticking off the hours.

Anyway, up just before the alarm to head out to breakfast, the bus coming along just as I was reaching the bus stop on Grand and so a bus to the morning café to spend two hours over breakfast. Another bus was due in a minute or two when I finished, but feeling good, I decided to walk. An easy walk, ten minutes, no regrets.

Overcast this morning, a bit tired, we'll see what we can put together on this Vernal Equinox, this first day of spring, realizing for the first time it was the first day of spring when I found references in the newspaper comics sections. What that may imply I don't know, getting the news you remember through Dagwood and Peanuts.

Later. Some unsuccessful fiddling at a nap, lying down for an hour or so before getting up yo then head over to the apartment house construction site to take today's set of photographs, walking on to the 7-11 look-alike after for an ice cream bar. Over to the bus stop and a bus downtown to pickup two prescription refills.

Only one refill was ready, the pharmacist saying the insurance company wouldn't pay for the refill until Monday and that I couldn't pick it up until then, so a walk to the City Center for coffee and a croissant at the bagel shop, sitting at the same outside table, the sky still overcast with an glimpse of the sun. Life in the fast lane, faster still if I'd had that croissant with butter.

A walk over to Broadway catching the free bus to Grand, a bus then at Grand the rest of the way home, a bit tired, but otherwise feeling reasonably well. We'll watch the News Hour on public television and then lie down again and take up where I left off with The Good Wife on the tablet. Well, it's Friday, a day to prepare for a coming weekend. No partying anymore, no preparatory bar hopping and such, but still, not bad, watching a television series I'd never heard of before on a tablet.

You've led a sheltered life unencumbered by the real world.

I know. I'm thinking luck more than talent has allowed me to slip right on through.

Evening. Watching New Tricks while playing along on the guitar makes the dialogue close to unintelligible, as I found myself stopping playing in order to get a sense of what was going on. Still, watched it through the hour and then went to bed again to pick up where I'd left off with The Good Wife. A perfectly OK day, most of it spent watching new to me old television on the tablet.