Tuesday. Lights out and radio off by nine-thirty again, the blood pressure 128/76, half awakening at five to open the eyes and turn on the lights at five minutes to six, the blood pressure now 113/67. So good. A walk to breakfast under mostly clear skies to arrive before seven and find the restaurant had just been opened and so through the front door to walk back to the dining room and turn on the lights before settling in with the papers.

The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast for no particular reason, the weight in good stead on the scale this morning, finishing up relatively early though at twenty minutes to nine.

The walk home, the bicycle rider waiting on the light under the 580 Overpass, the line of scooters now straightened up by someone since earlier this morning and home to take the selfie and finish yesterday's entry. A bit skimpy, still the list of small errors, but done easily enough and posted to now think about setting out for the ophthalmologist's appointment later at one. Feel better about setting out to do that now that I'm sitting here, maybe go by the Broadway ATM when returning home.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM and then a walk up Broadway heading over to Telegraph on West Grand to 30th Street, stopping to have a cup of coffee at a shop in order to burn up some time as I was twenty-five minutes early. On to the office to arrive at ten to one to then sit in their waiting room for thirty minutes. Such is life.

Went over the double vision issues with the doctor, had the eyes examined for new glasses, discovered I had cataracts forming that weren't causing trouble yet, but well might in the future. Decided I didn't need glasses to see in the distance. Yet. OK.

Set out to catch a bus on Broadway, the eyes dilated, realized as I walked it was best I hadn't driven. Well, I have in the past, but the world was indeed fuzzy for another couple of hours. Caught a bus on Broadway to Grand within thirty seconds when I arrived at a stop, ended up waiting thirty minutes for a bus on Grand. Win one, lose another, but at least the task for the day is now done. We'll order reading glasses in downtown Oakland tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow.

Home in time to listen to the PBS News Hour, but listened on the radio while lying on the bed while going through this and that on the tablet. Not sure how much news I absorbed going through crap on the tablet.

Evening. A blood pressure reading of 133/71 at five and so took a dose of the blood pressure med now that it was two days since I'd taken the last. The blood pressure 110/75 at seven, 125/76 at seven forty-five. OK, we're on an every two days in the evening schedule now and we'll see how it goes.

Otherwise nothing on television and so to bed before eight, lights out and radio off by nine-thirty, to sleep whenever it decides to arrive.