Wednesday. Opened the balcony door and all the bedroom windows last night before lights out at ten, when the temperature dropped below the temperature inside, and went to sleep with the fan blowing at the foot of the bed. And slept. Until six.

Up and out the door at seven-thirty in t-shirt and light jacket, the temperature much better than yesterday morning's heat. The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast as the sun came up to reveal clear skies and a bright sunny day, but ten degrees cooler than yesterday. They're saying.

I did finally go through more of the small V 1 camera manual and learned how to adjust the aperture on the fly. To admit not having done that and still calling yourself a photographer is embarrassing but, if I'm going to continue to use the thing, I'd best get my act together. The pictures are somewhat clearer.

Read a brief review in the Chronicle of a book the actor Ed Asner has written at the age of eighty-seven. Here I sit complaining about being foggy headed, writing like an idiot and he, thirteen years my senior, has written his first book. Am I lazy, unwilling to admit it, or really foggy headed and falling apart in my early seventies? People do fall apart in their early seventies.

I believe we've had this conversation before. Many too many times.

It seems to have my attention.

Eight degrees cooler than yesterday by the way, but it's still too warm and I've ended up spending the day glued to the fan.

Later. A nap of sorts through the noon hour and then a walk over to the burger drive-in to pick up another grilled chicken sandwich. Hungry. Tired and hungry. Where have we heard that before? Listened to the PBS Newshour on the radio while taking a bath followed by another nap and that's been the afternoon.

Evening. For some reason I forgot about the World Series or at least it didn't occur to me they'd play the next day, but there was and I stumbled into it in the sixth inning, the score three to one as it had been in the sixth inning of yesterday's game. The Dodgers ahead again, but the game took a decidedly different turn for the remaining five innings. A good game, two innings into overtime, home runs coming out of nowhere, the Astros winning. I suspect I'm a Dodgers fan, but either way, again, a really good and interesting game.

And that pretty much wrapped up the evening. To bed by nine, no interest in firing up the tablet and so lights out by ten.