Tuesday. Another lights out before ten and to sleep, awakening with the alarm. A good night's rest, given some of the other recent nights we've been wrestling with. Up and out the door to walk to breakfast on another overcast morning, maybe not quite as cold as some we've had recently, but cold enough to bundle up for the weather. Two hours of reading the papers over breakfast.

Another trip to the Rotunda building this early afternoon to take pictures from that window. Do I remember how to get there? The elevator, the third floor, up the stairs to the window, down the stairs to the street when I'm done? We'll see. Elevators, stairs. We're familiar with elevators and stairs, done them before. If we need to worry over something, make it trips to Mars.

We seem to be drifting.

On our trip to Mars?

Later. Whatever running around I did yesterday without apparent effect seems to have caught up with me today. Some toying with a nap before heading downtown at one. I'd set out earlier, but the bus hadn't come. OK, cold out there, but a second attempt and a bus to the ATM and walking on to Latham Square to take a (very) quick set of pictures on the way to the City Center bagel shop where I had a bagel with cream cheese and coffee. Isn't often I convince myself to have a bagel with cream cheese - often blamed for the ocular migraines - but that was what appealed.

OK, a walk then to the Rotunda building to take the elevator upstairs, find the stairwell to the window and take a set of pictures without a problem. Down the stairs to exit at the building entrance on Telegraph. Easily done. Why any fuss?

A couple of more pictures of the workers at street level, a bus then to, well, the bus to the stop before the apartment house construction site stop, as the driver turned off the engine and said she was having brake trouble and we'd have to wait for another bus to arrive to continue on. One bus earlier that hadn't come at all, another bus that had its brakes fail coming home. Not the end of the world, although one of the other passengers expressed himself by making colorful remarks.

Not as much walking today as I got in yesterday, but this not overly strenuous outing has me beat. Tired. And the sinuses hurt. I suspect we're looking at bed with the tablet for the rest of the day and into the evening. Hmm. Not just these winter days in May giving us grief.

Evening. Better. Probably the time spent lying down for long enough to unwind and maybe taking the pain meds. I'd bet on the lying down before I'd bet on the meds.

Nothing on television, but I guess it doesn't matter with the tablet. Spent time working on today's photographs, didn't spend any time on the guitar (the five minutes I did spend doesn't count) and then to bed. He said.