Wednesday. Lights out again at the usual hour to awaken this morning just after six. Too early, but up, taking my time shaving before heading out to breakfast, the sky covered in low lying clouds.

A decent walk, a decent breakfast, a decent walk back to the apartment taking but one picture of the sole remaining, somewhat hidden from the sidewalk at the back of the trellis, pandorea flower. The day has started as all our days seem to start. No complaints, we're in our quite comfortable morning space. Generally, if frustrations appear, they appear in the late afternoons and evenings.

When you can't find anything to watch on television or the tablet to fill your empty-headed existence?

There are worse things in this world one can endure. Just read the papers.

Later. And so the “comfortable” morning space draws to a close after a bus ride to the ATM and then on to the downtown to photograph Latham Square again. The fence lines have been pulled in, the work area smaller, but Telegraph traffic is blocked off at the 16th Street turnoff and Broadway traffic still congested and slow. More pictures.

The bus downtown had been running late and so I figured I'd have to wait the thirty minutes for another bus before I'd get home after wrapping up the pictures, but the return bus had been delayed changing drivers at the City Center stop and so I was able to run (jog) a short block and catch the return bus home. So good. Success.

Heading downtown we'd passed by six or seven motorcycle cops gathered at Bellevue where it feeds into Grand by the burger drive-in. They were pulling over cars and handing out tickets and so, when I returned, I walked up to Bellevue and took pictures, asking one of the policemen what was going on. Ticketing cars that don't stop for pedestrians. Oh.

They had a decoy walker crossing back and forth across Grand and any car that didn't give way was pulled over and given a ticket. It's a crossing I use often, but usually, unless I reach it at a point where there's little or no traffic, avoid and walk to the next crossing with a traffic light. I haven't thought of this crossing as a particularly dangerous one, but one where you do have to be careful of traffic, although my aversion was more to the fact I don't like to wait for a clear path. So I guess it's good they're doing this if the word gets out.

OK, our less structured afternoon ahead. Television? Tablet? The laundry? Clean the apartment? Laugh?

Later still. Processed today's pictures and then put together another section of Latham Square photographs, posting them to the web sites and bringing them current, so we've cruised on through to what is now a sunny mid-afternoon, the tasks of the day completed. Well, we didn't do laundry. We could have done laundry. You understand.

Evening. Not tired, nothing on television and so to bed to continue watching a series I've recently gotten back into on the tablet. One of these series I can watch for a while and then throw up my hands and let it sit for a day. A week. Nothing interesting on Charlie Rose and Wednesday nights are otherwise hopeless for television.

The PBS fundraising is now over and they've started up the Death In Paradise series again. You've seen this particular episode before (of course).

Given my memory, having seen it once is about the same as never having seen it at all. Tonight, however, we'll pass.