Saturday. To sleep after eleven, but awakening with the alarm at six-thirty and so probably more than enough rest. Up to take the blood pressure that was running low on both meters and so up and out the door by seven-fifteen to walk to breakfast under a high fog, but shared with clearing skies that allowed a bright sun. Arrived to enter the indoor dining area, turn on the lights and settle in at my usual table with the papers. So far, so good.
The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again for no particular reason other than habit, finishing up by nine to walk home taking the usual series of pictures. Not particularly tired walking happily enough home to arrive, take the selfie in the lobby and then get the message I needed to hit the bathroom before sitting down at the computer, but not really making itself known before entering the apartment. Is the body learning to delay these “hurry up!” messages until we're inside? Probably not, but a nice thought.
Later. Spent maybe three hours futzing with the computer gear, vacuuming the area, moving the Ethernet connected external hard drives to USB and such. There's a long list, the various components have multiplied over these last two decades. Took to the tablet in the late afternoon, took the blood pressure med at three after taking another series of readings. Maybe closer to settling what the blood pressure should look like after all these readings in my mind.
Evening. Nothing to watch on television, maybe an advantage of having so few channels as options, and so to bed just after eight, lights out after nine, my lights out not so horribly long after ten.