Thursday. OK, lights out at ten, blood pressure 132/77, awoke at fifteen minutes to six, blood pressure now 124/77. Not bad. Pretty much on target. Up and out the door to walk to breakfast under overcast skies, cold, wearing the heavier winter coat, the eyes watering, the nose acting up. Arrived to find the restaurant open and people inside and so settled in with the papers feeling reasonably good.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, skipping most of the news articles on yesterday's impeachment hearings as I was pretty much up to date from watching them yesterday along with the various news casts, Democracy Now! this morning the latest and so finished up again at eight-thirty rather than, as it often does, around nine.

The usual walk home, taking a picture of a lost dog flier (not all that well framed). There are a lot of these, not sure what's happening there, how they get lost. My experience was always with cats and learned the hard way to keep them inside. Can't do that with dogs. On by the lake to arrive home and snap a few selfies, usually three or four, picking one that doesn't make me look too weird. The problem with this is I've learned (at least in my opinion), that the subjects I've worked with, both friends and professional models, the ones who's sessions result in really good pictures, don't worry about whether they're “looking good” in front of a camera. Or at least they don't worry about it and just let it happen. I'm afraid I haven't been applying that to the images I choose to run of myself.

And so?

I need to pay attention to my own advice.

Finished up yesterday's entry, found another “mind on dumb” error after posting and so made the necessary correction. No big deal, but it seems to happen more often. Turned on the House Impeachment Hearings and discovered they're not having any today, they start again tomorrow. I guess this is now pretty much a usual start to a morning, scattered and forgetful.

Later. Still overcast, they're saying a high of sixty-one in my neighborhood today. No real incentive to go outside and so television and the tablet, maybe a nap.

Evening. Stayed up long enough to take a look at the Vera episode on PBS at eight, decided I'd seen it before, but didn't really remember who'd done the evil deed(s) and so watched it all the way through, pretty much following what was happening through their accents and my ability to make them out. Like Vera, wish it were easier to follow the dialogue and I've been wondering if adding one of the better audio devices might help. It finished at nine-thirty and so to bed, finally turning the radio off after the six minute news on PBS that started at ten. Now to see when I wake up.