Saturday. Lights out a little earlier than usual to awaken with the alarm. Yes, up a couple of times during the night to take a leak, but right to sleep again and so we'll say a decent night's sleep. Beep!

Up to walk to breakfast under clear, but cold skies, the eyes watering and the nose running, to arrive at the restaurant before seven and find it dark, but the dining area door open and so inside to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

Tried the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, short stack of pancakes, fruit cup and coffee, the pancakes quite good with butter and syrup this time, feeling I needed to try something different on their menu. Turned out well.

Finished up at a quarter to nine and set out for home, trying a snapshot of the black mannequin in a store window in the bright sun. A bicyclist at the 580 Overpass and the line of scooters by the lake before taking a picture of this. Is this for real? “Make gentrification work for you” pasted to the back of the bus stop at Grand and Euclid? Just what everyone living here worried over their rent being increased wants to see. I thought it a more than tongue in cheek graffiti political hit piece of some kind when I first noticed it when walking to breakfast.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby, the blood pressure had been 142/72 yesterday in the late afternoon and so I'd taken the med on the one every two day schedule, measuring it at 114/59 first thing this morning and 100/64 when I got home. Low. Seems we're going to continue watching it for the while.

I'd checked the phone when I got up and discovered it had lost almost all of its charge since charging it yesterday and so plugged it in to recharge when I set out for breakfast. Looked at it when I got home and it was at 100% and, more surprisingly, fully connected to the 3G network. Working in other words. Had we lost the signal in our area yesterday? Had the phone itself been acting up? The rapid discharge must have been caused by something, but what, continuously searching to attach to the network?

And so you have a new phone on the way that you may not need.

Just one of life's little land mines, I guess, you can't really get through without stepping on a few.

Later. A walk over to the lake to check out the drummers and take all of three half decent pictures, a walk then to the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich to take home and have for dinner. An early dinner.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed by eight, Saturday nights being hopeless on the three NPR stations I usually listen to, lights out before nine.