Tuesday. Lights out before ten to awaken then at five-thirty, zoning in and zoning out until I was ready to get up at six. Clear skies and sun while walking to breakfast feeling good. A little cold, it has been cold around here for these last several days, but again, the day is nice and we're another day closer to spring.

Why I had the pork chop, eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee for breakfast I don't know. But that's what I ordered and it went right down without complaint. If it's going to bite, it's going to bite later, because we're feeling clear headed this morning. Sitting here as usual, though, thinking I should go out and do something, but without the enthusiasm to make it happen. Why not just go out and do whatever anyway? If it's that important to get something done?

Get something done?

Well, watching television comes across as wasted time. Getting something done isn't really related to “work”, being productive and such, but doing something other than just sitting with an idle mind. Writing this, no matter how banal, still qualifies as doing something positive, getting something done. I need to think more about it.

Later. What finally got me out of the apartment was a walk to the burger drive-in for a grilled cheese sandwich that I brought home without taking the camera off my shoulder. Nice out there, if still a bit cold, but no pictures.

Watched the various news programs that come on in the mid-afternoon and then took another walk over to the lake. Can't really call it a walk, just a short loop around the immediate area, taking but two pictures. Warmer, though. Liked that.

Evening. No adverse signs today from this morning's breakfast. Good, I guess. Otherwise not much to say about the day and now the evening. Watched some Democracy Now!, the parts I'd missed this morning; watched the first two interviews on Charlie Rose, another person filling in while Rose recovers from a heart operation. Didn't watch much of anything on the tablet and now it's getting late (approaching nine!) and it's time for bed, this last day of my seventy-third year. (Oh dear!)