Wednesday. Awoke at five-thirty again, but fumbled along well enough while getting up, getting on the scale (one forty-nine?) and getting out the door by seven forty-five to find this time a larger percentage of people wearing masks against the smoke, my own eyes watering and nose acting up by the time I arrived at the restaurant. OK, thinking ore about this smoke business. How's the lungs?

The crab-cake Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking my time over the papers as I had a haircut scheduled for nine just down the street. Sunlight and smoke on the way to the shop, the haircut taking but thirty minutes and so home by nine-thirty, passing by that mystery runner for the first time in a while. Another out of focus shot in the mirror just because.

Did a very minimal edit of yesterday's entry and posted it before opening the pictures I'd taken on the way home when a light ocular migraine sparkly thing appeared in the left eye and so right to the bedroom to lie down and allow it to pass. Who knows where it came from, I've had enough of them now (albeit not very often anymore) to understand I really have no idea what kicks them off. Crap.

Up to put together this into the early afternoon. Should I go by the Broadway ATM or stay inside to avoid the smoke? They say smoke through the weekend, so I do have to go at some point. Most of the time is spent on the Broadway bus and today is as good a day as any. We'll soon know.

Later. Looked at the NextBus app: four minutes. OK, out the door to arrive in time, this time, to catch the bus to Broadway and the bank, returning to the Grand and Webster stop in time to catch the bus home. Straight home, none of this getting off to buy something to eat and then walk. Out of the outdoors is the priority, after all.

Home to listen to the news, although I'm really tired of the news: national, regional and local. Too much angst and upset. We're avoiding upset as much as we are able. For the moment. Maybe if the little green aliens attack we'll change our mind.

Babble, babble.

Later still. An uneven afternoon, best I'd gotten that bank trip out of the way first thing, the ocular stuff returning and hanging around. Still, took a bath, spent time half dozing on the bed, listened again to the news. Sounds familiar, except for the ocular crap. At least it doesn't visit as often as it originally did.

Evening. Better now. The dry mouth is at least going, if not gone. Tomorrow and Friday we'll drive to breakfast and avoid walking. Yes we will.