Friday. OK, lights out later last night (just after ten) to awaken at six minutes to six to get up and listen to the five minute KPFA news and the Democracy Now! episode that followed, taking the blood pressure first thing after getting a reading last night of 140/82. It was 122/75 and so felt somewhat better about the world.

Clear skies walking to breakfast, but cold, realizing I should have worn a winter coat, arriving to find the restaurant open before seven, but it was too cool inside and so sat down with the papers leaving the light jacket I'd worn on. Ordered the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup (sliced bananas this time as they were out of mixed fruit) and coffee, half a pound under the 150 pound target on the scale this morning.

Finished up the papers at nine running a little later than the norm and so set out for home, taking a snapshot of the construction crew across from the café, the sun bright, the temperature higher, although still comfortable in the long sleeved shirt and light jacket. They're saying much warmer starting tomorrow through Monday.

The usual snapshots on the way home, a line of Lyft scooters by the lake, the selfie in the apartment house lobby and up to mess with yesterday's mess before posting. I know I bitch about the writing to no effect and so maybe I don't really care, just noticing applying more time would make it better. Then again, maybe I'm kidding myself, the head is often fuzzy and the desire to make a meaningful change just isn't in the cards.

The blood pressure 135/70 when I got home and so that seems to be behaving.

Evening. Another afternoon of listening (half listening) to the news and watching dumb things on the tablet, this long enough into the evening to check out the Inspector Morse episode on PBS at eight, an early episode with John Thaw as Morse. I remember following these years ago on public television and enjoying them well enough, but I now find them hard to watch, this one holding me for about ten minutes before going to bed and stringing out the evening until lights out and radio off by nine-thirty, managing to get to sleep around ten.