Friday. A good solid night's sleep, awakened by the alarm at six feeling much better, thank you, although (after returning from breakfast) I discovered the alimentary canal hadn't quite emptied itself yesterday. Nothing terrible, the last hurrah of a two day grut. Or whatever it was. I like the sound of “was”.

As said, off to breakfast and back on another clear morning. I need to get back to the protest photographs I left unfinished when the “grut” arrived, we'll see if we have enough decent ones to put together a section. Probably don't, but I'm in the mood to try.

Later. A slow day for all the feeling better. A nap and then another nap and then a walk over to the apartment house just after noon to take the usual set of pictures. How many times can you write “take the usual set of pictures”? Not sure, but it has to stand behind many another in that particular line.

I did finish and post the protest pictures taken on Wednesday. There were enough for a section, although I wish I'd brought both cameras and had had access to the 70-200mm lens. And maybe stayed with the group a little longer and taken more pictures, but there was that intestinal thing coming on and, well, sometimes you go with the flow and sometimes the flow goes with you. Doodle-dee-do.

More television news, pasta with red clam sauce for a late lunch (I'm getting less enthusiastic over pasta with red clam sauce) and maybe take a look at James Risen's new book that arrived earlier by FedEx. Not a bad idea to bring the fan along and read it in bed.

Evening. A slow day. I did remember the baseball game just as it was starting and switched between it and the news after reading the first chapter or two of Risen's Pay Any Price, which was upsetting. What kind of idiots got us into this mess, what kind of idiots have kept us in this mess and what kind of idiots elect them again and again?

Now, now.

I know, I know. That's why I try not to read too much of this stuff.

The Kansas City Chiefs appear to be winning, there's a New Tricks on I've seen before and, I suspect, if I make a decent attempt, I could well go to bed and get to sleep.