Sunday. To sleep not all that long after ten to awaken briefly around three and then awaken for good with the alarm at six-thirty feeling, well, tired. Up to drive to the Lakeshore ATM and then on to breakfast under overcast skies, the weather people saying we'll get to a high of all of sixty degrees later and so dressed in kind.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee, the weight even better on the scale this morning, finishing up ten minutes after nine and walking to the car to drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and then take the blood pressure thinking why am I feeling so tired? Run down tired, no sleep tired, not able to put a name to it tired. The blood pressure was normal as it had been when I took it earlier just after I'd gotten up, 117/66 then, 122/65 now. Go figure. There are potholes in this getting older road.

Settled down to finish yesterday's entry before posting, but once it was up I lied down and attempted a nap that lasted close to an hour.

Later. More napping or maybe better to call it half sleep napping. Skipped the golf tournament until the winner was on the last hole and then finished watching a couple of things on the tablet through the afternoon. Tired continued throughout all of this unfortunately.

Evening. Nothing on television and so I dialed into The Equalizer at eight and gave up on it not long after. I wonder how many people actually watch it, the story lines..., well, less than clever/believable/authentic.

What does that mean, less than “clever/believable/authentic”?

It's primarily the script. How many clichés can you fit into an hour?

Now, now.