Tuesday. Lights out at nine-thirty to get a perhaps uneven, but decent night's sleep, awakening at six-fifteen to get up and get ready to drive to breakfast, two of the three papers arriving this morning, the East Bay Times for some reason not arriving. We'll talk with them later.

A drive to breakfast, arriving at five minutes to seven and ordering the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. It looked as if I'd gained maybe a pound over the holiday and so we'll go easy on the next few breakfasts. And quite honestly, that was what appealed.

Took better photographs of the change in gas prices, hard to read the sign in yesterday's attempt, returned to the car and drove home to prepare for the doctor's appointment coming up at eleven. The car seemed amenable to starting and so we'll assume, when we set out, the car will start again and we'll arrive at the appointment on time.

Later. A drive to the doctor's office and, after searching for a parking space on the street, settled for the doctor's office parking garage to arrive fifteen minutes before the appointment time. The doctor was running thirty minutes late. OK, these things happen, and there was paperwork to fill out.

Went through the litany of aches and pains with the doctor to what appears to be no avail, no avail in the sense there was nothing to be done about them, and so back to the car with a hand full of blood test prescriptions to get with tomorrow's Protime test, paid ten dollars to the parking garage people (these things seem to be ever more expensive) and drove home, the task of the day now done. Good.

Processing pictures, the rain finally arriving here around two. More pictures still to process to finish up with those I'd taken at the Portland Wild Arts Festival (I have no idea if they're what the Wild Arts people are wanting for their web site and brochure).

No double vision, the sinus-upper palate is misbehaving, but no more so than usual, and I've run out of things to bitch about before six. My, my.

Evening. The held back mail arrived, less of it than I'd been fearing, and we've skipped any thoughts of watching television (nothing on I wanted to watch, Tuesday evenings being something of a desert for my tastes) and so to bed early, lights out after nine.