Sunday. Lights out by ten, but then a long night of not quite getting to sleep, counting each and every hour as we slipped in and out through the night, wide awake well before the alarm to get up early and drive to breakfast and read the papers this overcast morning. Still feel pretty much awake, sitting here at nine-thirty after posting yesterday's entry, with no idea whatsoever why I couldn't get to sleep.

Sounds like it's time for a nap.

It does. Right about now, I'd think.

Later. Not tired enough to drowse off, let alone sleep, and so up to head outdoors with a camera thinking I'd well, go down the hill while considering a direction and a destination, decided it was too cold and overcast for walking and so turned right around and returned to the apartment to switch on the heat and surf the web. And watch whatever on the tablet. And go back to the web. And then return to the tablet. Like that.

Eventually did get out the door to walk to the 7-11 look-alike for a box of Good & Plenty, returning to walk by the lake and take pictures of a Great Egret out fishing for whatever those little wiggly things are in his/her beak. Seems to be a lot of them because they keep flushing them out and gobbling them down seemingly without a break.

Same old odd vision thing I experienced yesterday, not so much as I was walking to the convenience store, things seemed OK, but as I was walking back and along the lake. I do have my annual appointment with the ophthalmologist coming up later this month, so at least we'll know if the glasses need changing or maybe I now need more than just reading glasses to get through the day.

I've always been able to see without glasses, as one eye is far sighted and one is near sighted, and the one has always been able to cover for the other (until reading glasses became necessary some years back). But we'll see. Hope eternal and all that.

The sun is now out, it's not nearly as cold as it was this morning when I gave up going outside and returned to the apartment, but my walking is obviously done for the day. Not good, not bad, an odd balance in doing nothing I'd like to see go away. Now would be nice.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed early. I've watched enough crap on the tablet for the day, we'll try something radical like pick up a book or one of the magazines. I do still read, but nothing like I once did in earlier decades. Do I miss the reading or I not miss the reading? I'm no longer sure.