Thursday. Lights out early enough to awaken two or three times briefly and then awake for good at ten minutes after six. Not a bad night's sleep. Probably. Up to head out the door with the heavy winter coat this time, the eyes watering and having forgotten to bring along something to wipe them with. Also brought the V3 camera instead of the V1 to see how the pictures might compare.

Arrived before seven and ordered the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking more time over the papers this morning as I didn't finish until just after nine. Things to read about that election on Tuesday and the circus that's followed.

I found it more difficult to frame the photographs on the way home, some of it having to do with the lens being a smaller range telephoto zoom than the one on the V1, but we'll switch them out for breakfast tomorrow. Bright sun, the sky clear, an eye exam coming up later today after noon.

Later. My, my, a bus to Broadway and then a walk to the ophthalmologist's office, stopping to have a sandwich and coffee on the way, setting out for the first time without bringing a camera. Seemed to work out OK as I didn't shrivel up and die.

What surprised me was I hadn't been there for an eye checkup since 2015. Three years? I was thinking I might have been there earlier this year and I might be returning too soon. My doctor, who was pregnant with her first child on my last visit, now has three children and indeed three years have gone by. Maybe I should be worried.

Anyway, walked back to Grand with the eyes screwed up from the various drugs she'd put in them, as they will at these exams. A good reason not to have brought the camera as focusing would have been somewhat more complicated. Straight home to lie down for a while listening to the PBS Newshour on the radio, the sinus-upper palate having been acting nasty since earlier this morning.

Still, nice to be home, we'll take it easy, watch television (another forest fire burning out of control north of here, the local air polluted) and get to bed early. He said.

He says a lot of things.

He does.

Evening. Those eye drops are still fuzzing up the vision into this early evening making it hard to sit here at the computer and resolve what's on the screen. Normal, I guess, after an eye exam. I did take a double dose of the pain meds at three and they seem to have kicked in now that it's six. Or did they have nothing to do with it? Three hours, after all. Not the first time I've troubled over this.

The town of Paradise has burned, the smoke blowing down over the Bay Area, the particulate count up to 153 says the app I have on the tablet. Anything over fifty is a problem, but a good excuse to stay inside. Not that I need an excuse to stay inside.