Wednesday. Another evening with the windows wide open to let in what is now cooler air, lights out early to sleep and then awaken before six. Not a bad night's sleep. I guess. These days we mostly guess. Anyway, up to put the papers together, open wide the balcony door and its protecting screen, turn on the fan and blow cooler air into the apartment. They're saying twenty degrees cooler today, but whichever way it may go, we want to be prepared.

A larger than usual breakfast (the weight this morning one forty-eight exactly) followed by the usual walk home, taking my time and so being passed on the sidewalk by any and all the others heading wherever they head so early in the morning. I blame it on my slowing down to keep my eyes open for pictures. Sounds good. Could be.

Later. Another slow day. Haven't gone out, haven't done much of anything other than lie down for an hour, do the usual computer stuff for more hours and run prints. Haven't run any prints in what now must be months and I've been worried the printer head might have gummed up in the interim, but it spit out photographs large and small without a hitch. So good. We'll do more. Tomorrow.

Evening. Did watch Democracy Now. I'm due to receive a book today from Amazon, but they just delivered two of my end of month food orders a day ahead of time, the book yet to arrive now that it's after seven. Adjusting life in this new Age of Amazon.

The Voter Information Guide arrived in the mail today, all two hundred and twenty-four pages of it. We have quite a few propositions and measures on the ballot this year and, for all my mental drifting, I've decided to go through each and every damned one of them and vote with what vestiges of intelligence I can still muster. So it's arrived and the task has begun.

Seven-thirty now, still no book from Amazon.

Eight o'clock. Checked the link to track the package in the Amazon email that said it had been shipped and it said it had been delivered. OK. Check the lobby and indeed the box was sitting there waiting. Happens all the time. At least it was inside the building and not half hidden from the street in a small stairwell outside the front door.

Oh, and eight o'clock. Charlie Rose interviewing Petraeus talking about Iraq, Syria and ISIS. We'll let him talk about them while I retire and maybe look at something on the tablet.