Tuesday The extreme tiredness of yesterday seemed to have left by last night and so lights out at ten, to sleep soon after and awakening at close to six-thirty this morning. Well rested? Not tired? Hard to say, but I do feel right.

Up to walk to breakfast on another foggy morning, the air cool. Checking the air quality index on the Chronicle site when I got home it was listed as Moderate. It had been listed as Normal last night and so I'd left the bedroom windows open, not closing them until I'd just returned from breakfast.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up after nine to walk home, the low lying fog pretty much gone and the sun now shining through up over the horizon. Took the usual series of flower pictures, many of them seem to have died out as time has gone along, a couple of shots as I approached the lake area and then up the hill to the apartment to take the selfie and settle in to post yesterday's entry and start here, finishing up at eleven-thirty to now contemplate the day ahead.

Later. Not tired, if that means anything different in the way we've spent the day. More time on the tablet and listening to the usual news programs, the temperature outside getting up into the low seventies and so no need to be running a fan. Which is nice. Not all that different, though, than a day like yesterday spent taking naps.

Evening. Tried various programs on television without finding one that kept my interest. Started a series on the tablet that's at least a little different in that it's creepy, if creepy is something I really want to feel. Thus has gone the evening, this being written tomorrow morning when the night before has become a little fuzzy. Lights out by ten.