Thursday. Lights out closer to eleven than ten, to sleep to awaken at six-twenty, taking my time shaving with the electric razor in bed. Out the door to breakfast on another sunny morning just after seven. Well, light enough to feel comfortable walking, plenty of sunshine returning home. A good start to a day, I'd say. If anyone should ask.

Later. A walk to the lake and then on to the Dreyer's ice cream shop on Lakeshore for two scoops in a waffle cup and then right on back, taking not a single picture, but a decent outing none the less. I thought to walk farther on to the ATM, but decided to go tomorrow. Best to arrange for as much walking as I can. You understand.

I've listened to one or two interviews of Jeffrey Goldberg this last week. He's written a long story on Barak Obama in this month's Atlantic outlining the evolution and objectives of U.S. foreign policy since he's taken office. Interesting interviews that piqued my interest and I've been waiting to read it when the magazine arrives.

It came in today's mail and I read it this afternoon. Read it and another excellent piece in this week's New Yorker: “The Great Divide - Clinton, Sanders, and the future of the Democratic Party”. Both well written, both made me think. Thinking (like walking) is to be encouraged.

They also suggest you do a daily crossword puzzle.

Now, now.

Evening. The day has slipped right into evening without much to say. Skipped the Charlie Rose at eight. Often skip dear old Mr. Rose for his interest in sports figures and political figures who won't be deviating from script during their conversation. You pick up the script quickly enough from the news, no need to hammer it in for an extra eight in the evening hour on television. Sometimes, though..., sometimes he covers subjects and people such as Mr. Goldberg and I become enthused.

Where's any of this going.

To bed, my man. Right now.