Thursday. Bedroom windows wide open last night, no need for the fan, though, lights out by ten to get a decent night's sleep. Pretty sure, anyway, nothing I can recall would argue against it. Awake at quarter to six to dawdle a bit getting up and getting out the door to walk to breakfast in a long sleeved shirt and light jacket, the air cooler, the sky clear, but the weather people saying it will get up to eighty-four today as it did yesterday before it cools off for the rest of the week. I hope they're right about the rest of the week.

A mushroom and cheese (light on the cheese) omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. One-fifty on the scale this morning, but what the hell, it's what I ordered.

The usual walk home with pictures at quarter to eight, the now thoroughly dessicated flowers still holding together, if not holding out, and a group of students from the Lakeview School heading somewhere in t-shirts with logos of some kind following behind. The mood is good, the sinus-upper palate is there, but seems in check.

There?

It's always there. Never sure how much it contributes to the foggy/fuzzy headed business. Can't be of help.

Later. Need to go by an ATM today, but went through a period of tiredness and off the wall sinus-upper palate flareups and so took another dose of the pain meds to then lie down for an hour. That seems to have done it and so up to catch a bus to the Broadway ATM.

I'd been futzing around trying to put together a combination of camera and carrying case, backpack for a large DSLR, my usual solution, and the fanny pack with the much smaller V 1, but couldn't find the fanny pack, particularly as I was in the middle of the tiredness-sinus crap. Maybe look for it later with a clearer head. Where in the hell do you put a fanny pack?

Straight to the Broadway ATM to check on the return bus to see I had something like thirteen minutes and so walked over to the new construction site to take pictures, this the site being built next door to the surviving cement base of the apartment house that burned down recently while under construction.

A walk then to the bus stop, but, as it had happened the last time I'd tried this, the bus arrived as I watched it from across the street, no way to dodge traffic and catch it. Besides, we no longer run or dodge traffic to catch buses or brass rings in this life.

A walk then home by the construction still stumbling slowly along at Harrison and Grand, by the lake to catch the people paddling boats near the fountain and then on to the entrance to Children's Fairyland where they at least seem to be making progress. Stopped at the 7-11 look-alike for two small packages of peanuts (two for a dollar).

Up now in the high eighties and so I'd done the trip in a t-shirt carrying the DSLR in the backpack. Again, they're saying a good ten degrees cooler as we get into the weekend. All hail the weekend.

Evening. Nothing again on television, two of the three PBS stations are raising money, but still spent the time screwing around searching out something to watch with the bedroom windows and balcony door wide open to bring in the now cooler air. It takes a whole lot of time to cool this damned place down.