Monday. An uneven, but decent night's sleep. I think. Awoke once or twice. Or thrice, but back under soon enough, if memory serves. Awake then at five minutes to six to get up feeling pretty good and walking to breakfast under a clear sky, the temperature fine, the eyes watering, but just a bit. Arrived a little earlier than usual, but the lights were on and ready.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers, finishing up a little early before eight-thirty, setting out under what was now a bright sun and taking the usual pictures on the way home. Monday, the start of a week, the attitude good.

Later. Another low seventy degree day and so a bath and then a walk up to the nearby apartment house/condominium construction site to find they'd pulled a corner of the cloth covered fence hiding it in order to load a truck with trash from the building interior and so a picture from a little different direction as well as one from the usual, hold the camera up over my head, position. Stuff seems to be getting done.

Evening. I did take a look at Miss Fishers Mysteries at seven, but bailed for bed in a few minutes to listen to the radio and check the tablet until it was after nine, deciding it was early, but not too early to turn the lights out and see about sleep.

The election tomorrow, should be a long day. Yes, I see it as a chance to change direction, if only a little, but a little in a better way. Maybe it's my advancing age, but I'm watching it with more cool than I think I should, the various issues such as climate change, foreign wars and relations, trade, racism, income inequality and the like more an intellectual puzzle than a call to arms. But again, tomorrow we'll know better how it goes.