Thursday. A not bad day at all yesterday, although I did move to the bedroom to listen to the game on the radio in the fifth inning, ending up not turning the lights out until ten and then awakening fifteen minutes late at six-thirty. Still, I'm guessing a good night's sleep on an overcast, but not overly cool morning, the walk to breakfast uneventful to arrive at seven-ten. Good. Sort of. I'd say.

Had the two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast for not good or bad reasons over the papers, finishing up by eight-thirty, many if not most of the stories being reported I was already familiar with. Happens when you listen to so much news throughout the day.

Quite overcast on the walk home, the sun not starting to break through until after ten, the usual sidewalk picture, two flower pictures this time, a shot of a lone Lime bike below the school (none parked this morning by the entrance) and a shot of Euclid. No sign yet of a paving crew.

I don't think that green bulb thing is a flower.

I'll never tell.

Nothing on the schedule, still feeling reasonably whole, we'll see if we can get in a walk later, the obligatory ‘we'll see if we can get in a walk later’ statement to wind up this fascinating first of the day missive.

Later. A bus to the City Center to have a chicken Caesar salad and coffee at a table in front of the bagel shop, a walk then up Broadway to the Grand at Webster stop. A camera in the backpack, but not mounted with the right lens to take the usual building construction photographs. A decent walk, clear headed, feeling good and so got off at the 7-11 look-alike to pick up an ice cream sandwich to eat on the rest of the way home. Not as tired as I was yesterday. We can pat ourself on the back. If we could reach the back.

Evening. Finished watching a Netflix British series on the tablet through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening called Bodyguard. Not bad, but another story where the lead detective character is suffering from PSTD and therefore bouncing along making less than the best decisions, a plot line that usually doesn't interest me much. Still, worth the time spent with its six one hour segments, a story in the Times mentioning it as having been quite popular when it played on English television. Lights out by nine-thirty, gotta be careful about that, not too early, but definitely not too late.