Saturday. To sleep not that long after ten I'm guessing to get up and (what else?) take the blood pressure: 92/70. OK. Better than last night's. Off to breakfast at six forty-five, turning the corner at the bottom of my hill to see this parked by the curb. My, my. Waited maybe two or three minutes for the first kitchen worker to arrive at the restaurant and the day and the month have begun. So far, so good.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast for no particular reason whatsoever to finish up fairly early and finally include a scooter or two in the images, a little different flower below the school and then another of the Batmobile just because.

Home to immediately take the blood pressure again: 127/103. ?? Took it again: 124/108. OK. Sat down, futzed with yesterday's entry before posting, finished this and then another check: 108/75. We need to check the accuracy of the machine. Or something.

Later. Watched the episode of Mr. Sunshine, the Korean series two new episodes of which become available, one on Saturdays and one on Sundays. It's held my interest, although I'm guessing, if they eliminated the ever repeating scenes, literally repeating over and over drawn out scenes of pregnant pauses, longing looks and silent soliloquies, they could cut the episodes down from over an hour to about thirty minutes. Still, I watch the damned things with interest.

A bus after one to the Broadway ATM and then catching the return bus with bit three minutes to spare to get home and bail on any idea of additional outings for the day.

Evening. The blood pressure has held fairly stable - 116/82 and 118/92 at six-fifteen and nine-twenty - although I did take another half dose of the med. Round and round we go. Or is it around and around we go? Like round for the sound, but I really don't know.

You've heard of Google?

They mention it now and again in the morning papers.