Friday. A decent night's sleep. Awoke after six to take the blood pressure (114/72) and so no blood pressure med now for these last three days. Up to drive to breakfast (no particular reason for driving other than I was lazy), parking by the 7-11 store to enter the indoor dining area and settle down at my table and start on the papers.

The beef patty, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time, finishing up at nine-fifteen to walk to the car and drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle down to finish yesterday's entry and start with this as I've done now for years. No excuse except it seems to keep me amused.

Later. I did get out the door ostensibly to take a picture of the Grand Lake theater marquee, which I've been meaning to do, but in reality to get me out the door and get in a little bit of walking. Took the picture and then returned by the lake to take three snapshots just to say I'd been to the lake before heading straight home in time to listen to the PBS Newshour.

Evening. Watched the Inspector Morse episode at eight. Knew I'd seen it before, had a vague memory of how it ended, and this this seems to have gotten me watching it all the way through. Yes, I did remember who'd done it, the Inspector as cranky and unpleasant as ever, apologizing though to the fellow he'd almost gotten killed at the end. Ah, well. To be then just before ten to futz around wide awake until close to midnight.