Monday. Lights out later than I'd like, but set the alarm this time for six-forty and that's when it went off. Not sure how long I might have slept without the alarm, but it seems to have done the job, walking to breakfast under a clear sky, the eyes watering, but not very much.
Had the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast if only because I haven't had it in a while. Out the door before nine under a bright sun to take the usual pictures, but having the pandorea buds way out of focus again. Everything in the picture was out of focus and so we'll have to be more careful, remain aware and bring our shooting up to some minimum level of competence after all these decades. And maybe bring a proper camera on the walks to breakfast, just be more careful on who can see I'm carrying a camera and when.
Good luck with that.
The paranoia does decrease. Slowly, but it does.
Later. For some reason, lying on the bed, I got up, checked the NextBus app (two minutes until one arrived), figured it would take longer than two minutes and so packed a camera in the backpack and headed for the stop, arriving indeed two minutes before the bus arrived. Works out that way sometimes.
The bus to the Broadway ATM checking the watch to see, if I were going to photograph the apartment house construction sites, I'd miss the next bus and so decided to return to the apartment, catching the bus, but getting off at the 7-11 look-alike for chipotle peanuts and then walking home. Don't ask why chipotle peanuts, but that's what I bought, returning to the apartment and then eating them for lunch.
Evening. Nothing on television for the rest of the day, not much I could find on the tablet and so listened to the news, read whatever other news I might have missed online and then went to bed before eight, still wrestling with the lingering effects of Daylight Savings Time. Raining when I turned the lights out not long after nine.