Friday. Lights out after eleven after watching Elementary in bed on the tablet, a sleep straight through until six-thirty night's rest. Seems to have been enough, hasn't slowed me down any walking to and from breakfast, the thoughts entertaining more ambitious this and that's than usual, come to think of it.

Another clear and sunny day, no complaints. The restaurant was full of people, at least in comparison with the rest of the working week, the usual large table of people who seem to meet for business reasons in attendance. But others, as well. Maybe celebrating a little with the coming weekend. For whatever reason, more activity this morning than most.

Have no idea what the day will bring, although I mentioned having an unusually ambitious, or at least more directed, set of thoughts on the subject. Leads to an upbeat attitude, at least, if not actual action. Follow through. On a Friday the 13th.

Later. A brief walk over to the café by the apartment house construction site to sit out at a table with a pastry and coffee, a quick walk up behind the site itself to get a decent picture of a view I'd screwed up yesterday just, I don't know, just because. Back to the apartment to bring up France 24 on the Internet.

Evening. An afternoon and now evening of listening to the news, reading the news and not much more. I have friends and family who live in France, learned on Facebook that an old cartoonist friend and his wife have an apartment near the Bataclan theater, but were out in the country when this occurred. A spacey afternoon and evening, in other words, ending without watching New Tricks or Dalziel and Pasco on television.

And those “ambitious” thoughts you mentioned earlier came to nothing?

Nothing more than the flicker of a smile. Not unusual behavior (you may have noticed), but you never know when one of these moments will surprise in some act of jaw dropping shock and awe.