Thursday. An uneven night, but awake at six to get up and walk to breakfast on what they're saying will be another sunny day. Good. Felt good.

The plain waffle with the sliced bananas and strawberries for breakfast, just because, and then a walk home under a bright sun, taking, for reasons to do with both sloth and curiosity, a couple of pictures along the way. Home to finish yesterday's entry and then wait on the apartment house manager and a workman to arrive to trade out the smoke detector batteries with ones described as lasting for ten years. Some sort of local requirement. Better than doing it every year, I'd suspect, if you have to hire someone to do them.

Later. They didn't replace the batteries in the old smoke detectors, but replaced the smoke detectors themselves. You don't open these new ones to change out the batteries, they're sealed and designed to work for ten years without attention. OK. Let's hope they never have to awaken to the smell of smoke, at least here.

Once they were done installing the detectors, I headed over to the lake to stand for five long minutes, talking myself into walking on to the Lakeshore ATM. Felt fine, but was clearly fighting the idea. Finally set out to Lakeshore and then, walking back, stopped at Noah's New York Bagels (there were outside tables available, but were out of yogurt). Thinking then farther along maybe the two piece barbecue with a roll and a salad at the outdoor drive-in beside the bank (there was a line that put me off) to then pass the café by the fitness center (no available tables). Hmm. Still hungry to the point of feeling a bit wobbly, perhaps for the temperature (high seventies), perhaps for the whatever. Wobbly is still wobbly.

Decided, once home, to turn on the fan and lie down, listen to the News Hour on the radio instead of on the living room television set and close my eyes for a while. Which I did. Felt better.

Evening. Not a good sign when I find myself watching episodes of Blue Bloods to get through an afternoon and into an evening. Not as bad as Criminal Minds, a program I avoid at all costs, but still, not the best sign in how one has spent an evening.