Saturday. To sleep pretty much on schedule after ten to awaken at five-fifty and listen to the radio before checking the weather and deciding to drive to breakfast under a mist like rain, the car wipers on intermittent. My, my. Arrived to enter the dark indoor dining area and settle in at my table with the papers.

The chicken-apple sausage, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight on the scale this morning two pounds under one fifty-five, the best it's been in a while. Finished up by nine, picked up the camera and found that forgotten that I'd started its battery charging in the living room yesterday. No pictures this morning. Such is life.

OK, no selfie, but drive home, finish yesterday's entry, post the thing and start here. An email notifying me that the other blood tests were now posted on the health insurance site and so checked them out. All seemed in range but for one or two and so, unless I get a message to the contrary, we're doing alright.

Later. A walk before noon by the Grand Lake theater to take a picture of the marquee and then on to the morning restaurant to take a picture of the gas station sign I'd not taken this morning. Headed back home to take a selfie in the lobby just as the golf tournament was starting on CBS. Watched some it before lying down with the tablet.

Surprised myself, getting in what turned out to be a thirty minute walk. Need to do that in addition to the daily walk to breakfast, but I'm not willing to bet that I'll actually do it just yet.

Evening. Watched some of Lawrence of Arabia at eight. Remembered, of course, the splash it made when it was first released, but I found it less interesting for whatever reasons this evening and went to bed. Not sure what's happened to my preferences in movies and television series in these last many years. It's different. Not sure different in this case is for the better.