Monday. It started raining about the time I got to bed last night and rained straight through until morning, getting to sleep at a decent hour and awakening at quarter past six to get up and drive to breakfast. Raining hard enough to drive, no need to stretch for a plausible rationalization. It seems to have stopped now that I'm back from breakfast, but perhaps an indication of winter rains to come. We need the rains to come.

Nothing on the schedule for today, we'll at least look at the “to do” list if only for kicks. Still things I need to get done, although the looming ones have been taken care of. I think. If there's nothing I'm forgetting.

Later. Laid down on the bed for about an hour before getting up and catching a bus to Latham Square, the camera in the backpack, getting off and taking a set of pictures. Still plenty of time to catch the return bus home and so on to the bus stop and back to the apartment house construction site to take more pictures, the outdoor tasks of the day now done. Good. Just like that.

And so the rest of the day spent processing the morning pictures, watching this and that on the tablet and checking out he usual web news sites. We have a long list of web news sites we visit, we do, and they seem to keep us coming back.

I did drop those last three photographs needed to finish the Latham Square section I'd put together last week from the photographs taken today and so it's now done and posted. I may or may not look at the apartment house photographs.

You won't.

Probably not.

Evening. Not sure why, but I defrosted the refrigerator this evening, the freezer looking a little crusty and the compressor motor making a little more noise than in the past. Just did it. Good. A pat on the back.

Checked out Charlie Rose to see who he was interviewing, no one I wanted to listen to, and so to bed early again. Too much time on the tablet earlier and so lights out not long after nine. Another pat on the back?