Wednesday. So much for lights out and getting to sleep early. Finished watching a newly posted ten episode Longmire season on Netflix, turning the lights out well after eleven, wasn't able to get to sleep until much later and then awoke at six, thirty minutes before the alarm. Didn't feel tired, cranky or upset, just headed off to breakfast on what looks to be an almost clear, soon going to be sunny, morning. Again, no complaints, although clear headed or not, we'll soon take a crack at a nap.

Later. And now a two hour nap later, proving sleep will always have the last dance. Nice way to get the last dance, but it does screw up the schedule.

As in these screw ups are not your fault?

As in this is leading us nowhere fast.

Anyway, spent the usual time on the Internet to read the usual sites as consciousness returned taking its own sweet time, some thought to head across the way now to take the apartment house construction site photographs. The sun is out, not sure how warm it may be, but there's only one way to find out.

Later still. OK, nice sun, but low sixties, so a shirt and a sweater turned out to be comfortable, over to take the usual set of pictures. Good light, better time of day in the mid-afternoon, to take photographs. The lighting, position of sun and such seem better.

Otherwise that's been the one urge we've had to get us outside. Not hungry, didn't want to go downtown for something to eat, didn't want to visit one of the local coffee shops for coffee, didn't really want to go anywhere, nice day or not. There was a time when I might just have jumped on a bus to see where I'd end up: Berkeley, San Francisco, didn't matter. There was a time when I might have taken the car. When's the last time I've driven to San Francisco? Not in years.

At least we're not hobbled at the moment. I say at the moment, who knows what may come when the eyes grow dimmer and the balance becomes more of a roll of the dice?.

Evening. To bed early to watch more episodes of a French female detective thing on Netflix. The plot is over the top to the point of cartoonish while other aspects prove interesting, the usual set of compromises that gets you through watching something like this to its end, but only after many times when you stop watching and turn to something else to allow the memory to soften the rough patches that drove you off and to return. Which is a bit opaque, but makes sense to me.