Tuesday. I did consume all the sake last night and got to bed not long after eight to watch more of the Damages series on the tablet. Still, lights out and to sleep at a decent hour, but up a good thirty minutes late this morning feeling fine. OK, at least. Whatever aftereffects of last night's sake not overly apparent.

Off to breakfast to feed the meter for my lost half hour taking my time over the papers, a walk then across the street to document the two cent a gallon drop in gas prices. We're getting a lot of two cent drops in gas prices this month. No complaints, I'll be needing a tank in another couple of weeks.

A picture of the pandorea vine and then home. The one pandorea vine has been flowering now for a couple of months where the second hasn't. Not a one. It looks OK, but something is keeping it quiet.

A decent day. A run downtown pretty soon to pick up that prescription refill, a picture or two if I'm conscious, and then back to do whatever it is I do during the day. There's actually a pattern. I can generally tell you hour by hour what I'll be up to, although I'm not sure what I'm generally up to is exactly the way you'd want to be as you head into the sunset.

What does that mean?

It means we've run out of things to say at nine-thirty in the morning.

Later. A bus downtown rather than any thought of a nap to pick up the prescription(s) and then walk over to the City Center (across the street) to have coffee and a bun out in front of the bagel shop, not all that many people about at ten-thirty in the morning.

Some thought of cutting it short and catching the next bus back home, but there was still coffee left to drink and so the existential question: did I want to cut it short or did I want to then walk/wait the half hour until the next bus would set out? I opted to wait and walked along Broadway to Grand and waited at the stop on Webster to catch the bus the rest of the way home.

Not in the best of shape in the sense there was some slight double vision in the distance and the sinuses/upper palate were acting crazy. Well, close to crazy, more than the norm. Probably should have taken that nap. Home, to bed, to rest and then to watch more of Damages which I'm finding depressing. Interesting, but depressing. Probably shouldn't have started the damned thing, but I'm at the beginning of episode nine in a thirteen episode season. No gain without pain seems to be its model.

Now what? It's afternoon, much accomplished at least, we'll see how it goes.

Later still. A walk over to the construction site around two-thirty to take the daily photographs. They'd moved the scaffolding on the building behind the construction site and so I was able to get up behind the site and shoot from the usual locations. The fellow was caulking and painting the windows on the apartment house behind. Were they broken or damaged by the construction next door? Don't know.

I then walked back around on the side opposite my street and realized you could now walk up the driveway and see the site, as they'd taken down the canvas covered fence that had separated them. Got close enough to take a picture of those stranded steel cables encased in green plastic they'd buried in the cement floors. Still have no idea why they're there or what they do. Added strength without tension? Something, obviously. You don't spend money on anything like this without good reason.

Back now listening to the News Hour that started at three. Feel pretty good, none of the earlier symptoms of the morning. The sinuses still ache, but I took an extra dose of the meds and they feel better. Whether the meds make a difference or not isn't something you can really know. Probably. Took them. No problem with that.

Overcast, getting dark. We'll undoubtedly continue with the Damages episodes, but later, when the mood is even better and there's nothing else to do.

Evening. A decent day. Nothing on television, nothing new in that for a Tuesday night, so off to bed early to take up where I left off with Damages. I'll be glad when it's finished.