Tuesday. Not so bad, lights out by ten, to sleep, awake fifteen minutes before the alarm on a clear morning to head out for breakfast, taking a picture to note the arrival of the roofing tiles for the apartment house project across the street. A good way to start the day on paper, at least. And yes, inside my head.

Home to take a quick pass at yesterday's entry before lying down for a nap, more to listen to the beginning of Democracy Now on the radio to repeat what I'd been listening to as I was getting up, Seymour Hersh and his story on the killing of bin Laden, quite a bit different narrative than we initially received from our government. Just curious. A short story in the Times this morning back in the first section of the paper on the story, the world will not change on its axis from the telling. Still, reinforces the need to question what you're told. Hersh does have a decent reputation as a journalist.

Listened to the interview and then got in a good hour's sleep. Success, I guess, now that it's eleven in the morning and my day can again start.

Later. A little slow here: another nap and then a bath and now thoughts to go outside and stumble about in the sun (with a camera). As soon as the engine has finished its check list as it prepares to start.

Later still. Another slow afternoon, tired, no desire to do much other than lie down and sort of look at one or two things on the tablet before losing interest and turning it off. So a “decent night's sleep” doesn't seem to have translated into any energy later this day.

Still, a walk over to the construction site to take pictures, a truck being unloaded delivering panels they're evidently using to cover interior walls. So they're making progress. Anyway, pictures of people unloading pallets and shuffling them inside.

Evening. A short time spent on the guitar, not enough time to call it actual practice - scales and such - to bed early as there is (again) nothing I wanted to watch on television. Yes, the tablet, yes another movie I'd never heard of before, but one I was willing to watch while drifting comfortably along flat on my back. No complaints, just, you know, keeping track and mentioning the fact.