Thursday. To bed early, not a lot of time spent watching whatever on the tablet, up once in the night so we can't be sure about this new mattress yet. Comfortable enough, different, the foam another medium when you've gotten so accustomed to your old mattress and how it's aged over the years. There is/was a slight difference between sides of the old mattress as my preference for sleeping on one side had obviously caused support differences. Subtle, but real. Or not.

And so?

And so the mattress story continues.

Up with the alarm without too much damage, off to breakfast and back at the usual time at the usual place, the second two loads of five loads of laundry in the washers, the first two loads in the dryer, one last load of whites waiting its turn. I've been adding to the store of socks, underwear, shirts and even pants lately and I'm able to add another week to the time between laundry sessions. Which is an advantage of some kind, I guess. OK, maybe a difference without a difference.

Sloppier writing. I can blame it on the “head's in a bubble” and the rest, but just a little more time spent writing during the day and especially at night would resolve the problem. Writing about the exciting happenings of the night before the next morning doesn't make for a better rendition. (“Nothing on television, went to bed, cranked up the bedside tablet.”)

Because you can't quite remember?

Because I'm hurried (and often can't quite remember what I was exactly doing/thinking/hallucinating the ten hours later).

Later. Laundry done, folded and hung but for the socks that will be taken care of later. So good. The dry mouth, the light headedness that accompanys it, coming on in the late morning, but an hour lying down listening to the radio seems to have taken care of it.

Out the door to take pictures at the construction site, they're putting up the forms to support what will now be the third floor. Nothing much to show for the pictures, but enough to document the day. On to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream cone, back to process the pictures before heading down to the morning café for something more substantial to eat.

Remembered around one to conduct the little INR blood test. Two-point six. A good number, we're set for the week.

Evening. More time spent skipping between movies on the tablet, nothing on television I wanted to watch, skipped the debate at eight for the governor's race. We'll skim over the story of what was said in the morning.