Wednesday. Lights out again before ten (or at ten) to get a decent night's sleep. Seems so, anyway, up and down a bit, but this is the way sleep seems to go these days. Awake at six-ten to check the bedroom window for rain. Wet out there, but no more than a drop or two from the look of it. Decided to drive (no effort in deciding that) and so off to breakfast to arrive at ten before seven, about right, to then have the avocado and (light on the ) cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up the papers as I always seem to do with five minutes to spare on the meter.

What else but the usual pictures, still not raining, really, using the intermittent wiper once or twice on the way home as I'd done on the way in. No complaints.

Yesterday's entry was pretty skimpy and found myself “forgetting” certain well trodden steps in the process, forgetting to post the entry until I'd finished today's pictures and pages. Memory glitches in other words. We pay attention to our memory glitches, we do, wondering if they're normal for this time in our life. Not obsessing, you understand, but keeping track.

Later. OK, tired all day. Not good.

Evening. Less tired by about seven and so watched Midsomer Murders because there wasn't anything else on. Not horrible, particularly when you're feeling a little better. Even thick as a brick I am starting to wonder what's going on after a day like this one.