Wednesday. Awoke early at five-thirty to blink the minutes away five and ten at a time, awakening for good at six-fifteen to get up, check the weather (raining) and get ready to drive to breakfast a little early, arriving at ten minutes before seven just as the first waitress arrived. Good, settled in with the papers.

The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking my time over the papers and so not finishing until ten minutes to nine, noticing that gas prices had increased by six cents a gallon for regular as I was leaving, stepping into a hard rain. OK, a quick walk to the car to drive home.

Posted yesterdays boring as boring gets entry, started today's boring as boring gets entry, before heading to bed and crashing for a while. As we did yesterday.

Later. OK, it's turned out to be a less tired day than it was yesterday. I did lie down for a while to watch the first episode of a newly released Netflix series I'd finished watching the first season of some months ago, but it took a fair amount of time to remember what that first season was about. Maybe count how long it took as half a memory glitch on the now unending list.

Took a bath, watched more stuff on the tablet, listened to the news. The afternoon seems to have gone reasonably well.

Evening. A not bad French who done it at six, Mary Higgins Clark Mysteries – The Cradle Will Fall, not bad in the sense it had a relatively straight forward (who killed the woman and why?) story line. Different than all of the current American programs, anyway. Different at least makes you think and wonder as well as scratch your head with their unexpected turns and questions.

That's not very clear.

When you write these evening sections the next morning in but minutes, you don't spend the time you'd usually need to think it through and make it clearer.