Friday. An up and down night's sleep, but decent enough I'd guess, to awake at six-fifteen and hustle a bit getting up and getting ready to walk to breakfast on a cold but clear morning, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open and ready for the day, this first day of my seventy-sixth year. My, my.

The Crab Cake Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast more because I haven't had it in some time. Not bad, but not as good as I seemed to remember. Read the papers with some interest and so not heading for home until after nine, the sun now quite bright, taking another selfie while waiting on the elevator to arrive.

Nothing planned for the day, only remembered it was the birthday when I'd started reading the papers over breakfast, but maybe come up with something for later to celebrate and not let all this sun go to waste.

Later. Finished watching two movies on the tablet, the Mandarin Angels Wear White and the Indonesian Marlina The Murderer in Four Acts, both of which I found interesting verging on fascinating as they didn't seem to follow many of the rules you'd expect from current movies, foreign or domestic. The second one, Marlina, lets you know in the first five minutes how it's different in too many ways to describe and the first, Angels, is less far out in its treatment of story line and character interactions, but engrossing none the less.

That doesn't really describe either of them in a way people might understand.

Again, they're different and better learned through experiencing them rather than any lame explanations.

And so, in addition to the usual news programs, that's been the day.

Evening. Television until seven-thirty and then to bed again after starting work again on the teachers strike photographs. They're saying rain tomorrow, let's see if we're forced to drive.