Sunday. A good long night's sleep to awaken at six-thirty and finally pry myself out of bed by six forty-five. Why so tired? Still, up to have Raisin Bran, orange juice, coffee and a banana for breakfast, but then back to bed to listen to the news on the radio before taking the blood pressure at nine forty-five. High. Winced. Took the med.

Watched more baseball on the tablet until close to noon to then get up and tag along with my sister, nephew and his fiancée to a local restaurant for a Mother's Day lunch, throwing caution to the wind and eating way more than I've eaten in one sitting in months. Well, quite a bit even though a little voice kept saying remember you weighed under your target for the first time in a while on the scale this morning.

Home to take the blood pressure again after two, find it even higher than it had been earlier this morning and so took another med and settled onto the bed to watch more baseball until four when I got up and took the daily walk. Not raining, but set out prepared with the Tilly hat, taking the usual two or three pictures along the way. The walk seemed to go more quickly, the step reasonably aggressive and not feeling at all tired. We will have to either go faster (which I won't) or walk longer (which I'm curious to see if I will).

Evening. Watched a movie I realized from the first scenes I'd seen before, but didn't remember any of it until it came up on the screen. There are indeed upsides to this losing of one's memory (not too quickly) business.

Lights out at nine. No dinner after the large lunch, but I'm curious to see what the scale may say in the morning.