Thursday. A long too tired day, yesterday, but lights out before ten to then pretty much sleep straight through until six-twenty to get up feeling OK and preparing to set out to drive to breakfast in the rain. And it was indeed raining.

Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast as that was all that appealed. Their oatmeal with raisins is pretty good, I must admit, and so I figured the one forty-eight on the scale (plus a couple of tenths) this morning could be made up for by overeating later this afternoon. What am I saying? I had oatmeal for breakfast. Big deal.

It wasn't raining when I finished breakfast and so across the street to document the six cents a gallon increase in the price of regular, back to take the usual two mind numbing pictures of the pandorea buds (no progress there) and the sidewalk. At least they were in reasonably acceptable focus if you're not looking too closely.

Home now with the laundry underway. How easy it is to do the laundry, how hard it seems to get me started. No choice, this morning, we're running out of jockey shorts. One does not want to run out of clean jockey shorts.

Oh. And so far not so tired. That's good after yesterday. It is. Now let's see if it lasts.

Later. Laundry done, folded and hung, including the socks, by noon. Still feeling pretty good if the socks were done by noon.

Sun out there into the mid-afternoon, the temperature quite nice and so, noticing earlier that the mailman had come, decided to at least head out the door, check the “one day/month/year to be” construction site just up the way to see if they'd done anything with the lot below behind the building along Grand, took a picture to show they hadn't, and then walked down to take a look and another picture above the parking lot at the corner of Grand and Euclid. Nothing called out to me to go on to the lake. No surprises there.

Evening. Stayed up long enough to watch the first twenty minutes of Vera on PBS at eight, but that was it for the evening. I was pretty sure I'd seen this episode before, but had no idea who'd done what to whom. Or why.

Not a bad day. No complaints. Lights out by ten.