Saturday To sleep soon enough after ten and awakening finally at six-thirty, which is good, with another sore chest, which is bad. Experimented a bit and moved over to the other side of the bed close to the pile of the books, magazines and tablet lined up in a row along the edge and discovered the mattress was a little firmer and the chest started calming down. I've been sleeping on the same side now since I bought the thing many years ago. We'll rotate it later this afternoon and see if sleeping on the opposite (firmer) side takes care of the sore chest problem. We can hope, anyway.

Out the door to walk to breakfast on another overcast and cold morning, arriving at the usual time to be the first of but three tables that showed up for breakfast on the patio, ordering the avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up well after nine to walk home and shoot my usual set of pictures under a bright sun.

Halloween today, not sure what difference that makes with the pandemic, the clock dropping back an hour tomorrow morning. More light then when I get up and go to breakfast, but the then direct sun as I sit at my table will make it harder to read the papers. I'll know tomorrow.

On by the farmers market up and running full tilt as I passed, no flowers below the Lakeview school, no pictures as I reached the lake, nothing, for some reason, I wanted to shoot. The selfie in the decorated lobby, up to settle in at the computer and go through the morning get all this stuff done routine. Maybe take a walk later, we're feeling fairly clear headed as it approaches noon.

Later. Hmm. So much for “clear headed”. An ocular migraine came right along just after noon, a strong one and so I lied down on the bed and slept for close to two hours. Then I awoke, looked around and went to sleep again until after four before awakening feeling better. How long has it been since I've had one of these? Can I blame it on anything I ate this morning? Not that I can see.

The doctor names these things ocular migraines because of the visual distortions that occur, in my case a large blotch usually with sparkling edges that appears when I close my eyes. The real problem with them is the brain goes off into some weird place, I, sitting at the computer earlier, suddenly not understanding what I was looking at on the computer screen, what any of it meant not realizing I was in Facebook until I'd awakened after that first nap. The mind sort of knew enough to get to bed, but was otherwise on a different planet.

OK, back to earth, we'll do the bed mattress rearrangement tomorrow.

Evening. Crappy pollution air index out there, Moderate to Unhealthy For Some. Best to have missed that.

Started watching In Cold Blood at eight, but gave up after fifteen minutes. Released in 1967 when I was in the army and so hadn't watched it when it was released. I thought I'd read Capote's book, but only have Other Voices, Other Rooms sitting on the shelf, so maybe I haven't. Either that or the movie didn't follow the book and therefore didn't bring back any memories of the story line. Such is life.

Set the clocks back an hour, now let's see if we can get to sleep after sleeping through most of the afternoon.