Monday. To sleep reasonably early not long after ten, if I remember correctly, which I'm never quite sure I do. Awoke at five-thirty, listened to an interview I've heard before for maybe ten minutes, blinked and it was a quarter after six and so went through the usual routine taking the blood pressure (125/66), but skipping taking the blood pressure med to see what the blood pressure would look like later without it. Sun today, clear skies and a higher temperature, they're saying well up into the seventies later.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up after nine to then head home thinking do I really want to go by the Walgreens on Lakeshore and pick up a laxative that was recommended by the Physician's Assistant in our online session and decided, if the traffic light was red when I got there to continue on home, I'd head over to the theater and beyond to pick the stuff up. It was red. I went to Walgreens.

On then home by the lake, taking a couple of pictures, take the usual selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer to start on this. Took the blood pressure again at ten-thirty and it came in at 99/62, which didn't make any sense. Am I feeling fatigued? Tired? A little, but not like I was yesterday and so I took another reading: 102/60. A defective meter? Shit.

OK finished up today's pictures and this, took another reading at eleven forty-five: 111/59. OK, better on the face of it, but is it accurate? Again, don't feel the tiredness of yesterday, what does any of this mean?

Later. Another reading, 126/58 at one fifty-five. Not tired.

A high of seventy-eight degrees this afternoon which is nice, the wildfire season however is now in swing, which is not nice.

Another reading at four-fifty this afternoon: 123/63. My, my. Not tired, head clear after taking a pain med for the sinuses. Life is good, albeit weird and complicated.

Evening. Nothing on television, at least on my limited number of choices, and so onto the tablet, lights out by nine-thirty.