Sunday. Didn't get to sleep until after eleven, awakening at five-thirty and so not the longest night's rest. Still, up to take the blood pressure (looked good), take the blood pressure med, listen to whatever was on the radio until just after seven before getting up at the usual time to drive to breakfast, park by the restaurant and enter the enclosed dining area to turn on the lights, settle in at my table and start on the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for whatever reason, finishing up by nine to walk to the car, drive home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle down at the computer after taking the blood pressure again, finding it low, but not too low. Which is good.

Driving home I passed a thin line of runners along the lake with participant numbers on their chests and wondered what this event might be. I'll go on down by the lake later after messing with this. The event will be long gone, but there might be some indication of what it was.

Later. Another quick walk over to the lake in the mid afternoon to take some photographs of the small group of drummers present along with a single dancer, a photo of a bicycle because how could I not before heading back to the apartment. Got up to a high of seventy degrees today: good. The air quality in the Unhealthy For Some range: not good. No time on the tablet: probably good. Spent quite a bit of time listening to music on YouTube, alternating between Giacomo Puccini and George Harrison: very good.

Evening. Finished watching the third season of the Amazon series Hanna on the tablet. I seem to recall the first season was halfway interesting, this one less so. To bed by eight, lights out after nine, my lights out again sometime after eleven. They say it's much better for your heart if you get to sleep between ten and eleven, much less so if it's earlier or later, and so I tend to keep an eye on the time.