Wednesday. Clear skies this morning. The sun coming up as I walked to breakfast after a good night's sleep, awakening at ten minutes before six. I'm saying a good night's sleep whether I take a nap later or not whenever the lights go out before ten and I don't remember waking up more than once. Briefly. Not for long.

The apple-sausage, country potatoes, eggs over medium, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the portions for some reason larger than usual and so we've probably ate enough calories for the entire day.

You'll be hungry again by noon.

One-fifty on the scale this morning so we're safe. Not worth thinking about, although I seem to write about it day in and day out.

Nothing on the schedule, although one of the morning newscasts said Trump was going to withdraw from the Paris climate accord later today. I'd be willing to hit the streets and march if that's true, maybe others will feel the same and we'll have something to photograph when he makes the announcement, a march maybe this weekend.

Don't count on it.

Did I mention bright sun? Decent temperature? A nice last day of a May ahead? No need to spend it in bed?

Later. Ah, well, another over an hour's nap. Up then to watch - what else? - television, a string of Law & Order episodes before finally taking a (very) short walk over to the lake to see if I could find any cormorants out scavenging for their nests, but found none other than two who were sunning themselves on the line of buoys in front of the pergola.

A couple of pictures, but again, nothing really going on and so back to the apartment to watch the News Hour before dialing in to more Law & Order episodes, all of which I'd seen before and none of which I remembered in any detail including their outcomes.

Evening. I may be kidding myself about being clear headed in the mornings, given the evidence of what I've written while being so “clear headed”. Whatever I was this morning, the rest of the day has been one of naps and nasty sinuses and what I'm looking at in the way of earlier writing has me wincing. Editing required, but when the head is clearer (or fogged enough not to notice or care).