Wednesday. A fairly decent night's rest awakening at five-forty, too early, but reasonable enough, particularly when you do it feeling reasonably coherent. Coherent is good at five-forty in the morning. Raining, though, as expected, and so a drive to breakfast, arriving at five minutes before seven to discover a vendor making a delivery along with another customer, both waiting at the door. Turned out a traffic tie up in the rain had caused a delay on 580 and so stood for close to ten minutes before the first waitress arrived.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, periods of hard rain now and again while reading the papers, finishing up by eight-fifty and driving home. Life in the fast lane, the fast lane in this instance being starting the laundry once I'd arrived. Easy to find excitement in this life when starting the laundry qualifies. I'd say.

Either that or you're nuts.

Always a possibility. Pass the t-shirts please.

Later. Laundry done by noon, sixty-one degrees (outside) and sunny so spent the time on the tablet. We'll undoubtedly spend the rest of the day in the same way.

Took a walk in the late afternoon to the burger drive-in and picked up a grilled chicken sandwich. Haven't done that in a while, but realized, as I was setting out for the 7-11 look-alike thinking maybe a package of Doritos and bean dip, that a grilled chicken sandwich would be closer by and taste even better. And it did.

Finished the sandwich and set out to walk to the construction site up the street to see if they'd made progress. They still seem to be continuing to gut the thing from walking by on it its opposite side along Grand heading to and from breakfast, and so took a picture, comparing it to the picture I'd taken on March eleventh. Some changes, but quite minor.

Evening. Not the tiredness of yesterday. Good. Watched a French detective episode, Mary Higgins Clark Mysteries – Let Me Call You Sweetheart, without bailing, although it was a close thing. Didn't believe any of the characters’ motivations in doing what they did.

Not a bad day, though. The head relatively clear, the sinus-upper palate behaving (even having cut the pain meds way back now for a while) and the tiredness seems under better control. But then we've said this before.

Over and over.