Monday. Up with the alarm running a little late, out the door and back from breakfast on an overcast who knows how it's going to evolve morning. Cooler, at least, almost cool enough to sleep under the covers without a fan.

A bus to the City Center taking a picture on the way to the stop, a cup of coffee and a muffin while waiting on the ten o'clock appointment in a restaurant next to the shop. Had it cut short again (too much trouble otherwise) wishing my stylist a good flight to England on her vacation home.

A ride up the elevator to the City Center and then on to Broadway to catch a bus, getting off a stop early to take pictures at the construction site beginning to feel just a bit weird. Weird in the sense the head was going off in a way I'm not sure I can describe and the vision less than stable. Not fall down unstable, but a strong desire to go home, get in bed and let whatever it was take its course. The dry mouth again. What you must now expect, I guess, given my history.

Still, more pictures up above the construction site and then home to lie right down and let it play itself out, up now in the early afternoon, the air nice, the sun bright. Two o'clock, maybe go outside for a walk, get the attitude in shape, take another look at the construction site, maybe even wander over to the lake.

You seem a bit speedy or maybe more “off” than you want us to know.

No, things are good (now). I'm just babbling.

Later. Out the door again. Took some convincing, but once out I was faced with the problem of where to go? I should be hungry, but I'm not and can't really think of anything I'm willing to eat. Over to the lake and then on to the morning café to have a cup of coffee and a sugar cookie. Turned out well enough, but I really did have to wrestle with this. Weird. One might say. Over and over.

Nice temperature, clear skies, a walk back to the apartment in a much better mood, sitting on a bench by the lake just to sit on a bench by the lake, all thoughts of not wanting be out long gone.

Probably because you were, by then, well on your way home.

I hope not. The hermit. Again, a really nice afternoon. The fan is on at the moment, but it's been a day when it hasn't been needed for the morning and much of the afternoon.

Evening. Nothing on television. A Death In Paradise I've seen before that started at seven, but “seen before” was enough for me to skip it after watching the first few minutes. And so to bed to watch whatever on the tablet until after nine when I, well, got up again to turn on the computer and see what was on television. A Foyle's War I've undoubtedly seen more than once, but don't remember the plot and don't need to see it so I can forget it again.

My, my.

Feel better than it sounds. Just wide awake, I guess. It will pass.