Thursday. Awoke at five-fifty, good, but forgot to turn the alarm off and it started buzzing at six-fifteen, but reasonably clear headed for all of that and so out the door to walk to breakfast on a cooler morning under clear skies, arriving at the restaurant to find it open at six fifty-five. The weather people are saying up into the very low seventies later. OK by me, deedle-dee-dee.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, the papers still focused on the Barr hearings and Venezuela, finishing up with breakfast and the papers by eight forty-five. The usual start on the walk home under what was now a bright sun, an experiment or two as I approached the apartment house, totally forgetting to take a selfie in the lobby and only remembering when I'd sat down to download the pictures. Hi, ho. Just a few memory glitches so far this day, many opportunities yet ahead.

Do you really think you have a problem there?

Nothing I can see out of the norm, just watching and comparing to what I've seen in others and written about in the press. So far, so good. One can only hope.

Later. Tablet and television with a walk up the way to take a picture of the construction site in between. Nothing new is visible from what I can see. Interesting to walk out into the bright sun after staring at a tablet screen, takes time for the eyes to adjust. Well, it takes time for everything to adjust these days.

Evening. Watched something like the first half hour of a Vera episode on PBS at eight, had the usual trouble making out what they were saying through the accents (and, I suspect, my not quite on top of it ears) and so went to bed before nine.