Wednesday. Turned the lights and radio off again at about ten, awakening at just after six to take my time getting ready and walking to breakfast at six-forty, right on routine. More watering eyes, although the temperature didn't seem all that cold, so I suspect something else is going on with it.

Still the pound over on the scale, but had the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Was good. It was.

The walk home then in the sun, the eyes still watering a bit (as it had during breakfast), taking the usual set of pictures and arriving at the apartment just after nine. A haircut appointment at eleven. Checked the car battery to find it fully charged and so rolled up the extension cord and such before starting on the journal. The haircut at eleven and so set out for the bus before I'd finished, but at least I'd posted yesterday's entry before leaving.

The bus to the City Center to find the shop closed. Hmm. I hadn't looked at the calendar before leaving, had the appointment been at noon? Left a message for the hair stylist and discovered a message from her on my phone saying she was quite ill and could we reschedule in two weeks time, as she was going to Yosemite next week on vacation. Why hadn't I heard the phone receive her message or noticed it had arrived yesterday? Checked the settings and changed it from a ping to an old rock and roll song.

I'd almost gotten it together to call and put off the appointment for two weeks these last few days as the hair seems too short to cut after just four weeks. Does it grow more slowly as we age? We'll see how it looks in two weeks and maybe continue on a six rather than four week schedule.

Caught the bus home feeling tired. I'd gotten a picture of the building project at 17th and Broadway as I'd gone by the ATM and then walked on to the City Center, getting in at least some minor exercise, but of course not enough. We need to get out later and do more. As I said here yesterday and the day/week/month before.

Later. Processed May Day photographs. There's enough for one, perhaps two sections, and so we'll know one way or another tomorrow. I'm burned out after an afternoon spent processing them. Still good, we have at least one section.

The sinus-upper palate was acting up and so I said to hell with it and took a double dose of the pain meds at one and it seems to have done the trick. It's still letting me know it's there, but from way back in the background, so maybe we are still wedded to these damned things.

Evening. Skipped the Doc Martin episode at seven, but found the two part Midsomer Murders episodes that followed interesting. For being rather off the wall? To bed after nine, lights out after ten on what now appears to be our schedule.