Thursday. We seem to be sticking with this lights out after nine, awake just before six routine, repeating it last night after what I'm assuming was a good night's sleep. Feel pretty good, anyway. Clear headed and all the rest. Still upset with the writing here, but then I've been upset with the writing here for some time and I don't seem to do anything about it. In a rut. Spinning our wheels. Whatever.

Drove to breakfast just to see if the car would start. It did. Went by the supermarket on the way home, something I've needed to do for a while. Should have started the laundry when I got back, but didn't, haven't. We'll do it next week. We will.

Later. A walk under a very overcast sky to the ATM on Lakeshore and then a walk back along Lakeshore to pick up the prescriptions that had been wired to the new pharmacy not far down the way. They hadn't been contacted by the doctor's office and so nothing was waiting for pickup. OK, a walk over to the Dreyer's ice cream shop for two scoops in a cup. We'll call the doctor's office when we get back to the apartment.

They'd wired the prescription order to the old pharmacy. Yes, they'd updated the pharmacy information when I arrived at the doctor's office, but it hadn't taken effect at the point the doctor had clicked the button on the computer that sent them. More and more computer systems tying all these medical systems together, the physicians seem to be connected to them now at their hips (or fingertips). We'll pick them up (for real this time) tomorrow.

Checked the email setting up the trip to Dublin and realized is was scheduled for this Sunday and not, as I'd marked on the kitchen calendar, tomorrow. Why had I marked it on the calendar for tomorrow? Doesn't matter, Sunday will be better, but we'll add another check mark on the crowded oops! side of the memory board.

Evening. Nothing on television I wanted to watch and so to bed early again. I keep saying every morning I'm waking up too early (by about half an hour), but still go to bed too early to then sleep in.