Wednesday. Awoke at six-twenty after what seems to have been a decent night's sleep. The blood pressure 115/74 when I got up, a little higher than maybe I'd like just out of bed, but we're learning. Off to walk under a sky that looks like it will clear sooner than later to arrive at five minutes to seven, the restaurant open. Felt good.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight just under a pound over target on the scale this morning, finishing up by eight-thirty to then head home. Documented the four cent rise in the price of regular out of habit, the sun not yet quite shining through the overhead fog/clouds, a picture of a graffiti sticker on a parking meter just because. Home to find a sprawling mess of an entry that I finally just posted and said the hell with it.

As you do more often than not.

As I do more often than not. Need to get another Protime blood thinner test today so we'll get in another day's walking. Oh, and the sun is finally out now that it's after ten.

Later. A bus to Broadway at twenty after twelve to walk to the lab, taking pictures at the Webster/Valdez construction sites and then pictures of the construction site at 27th and Broadway, only to discover, after taking the Webster/Valdez pictures and putting the camera back into the backpack, I'd managed to screw up the camera settings somehow when taking it out of the backpack again and the pictures, when I looked at them later on the computer, were dark and the camera settings were only corrected again when I took the camera out of the backpack after having the blood drawn and noticed the lens wasn't properly seated. Naughty me, not checking the camera when I took it out of the pack. OK, a first for this, something we'll remember from here on out. Probably. I hope.

Walking toward Grand along Broadway when a bus arrived just as I was passing a stop and so a bus to Grand and then another bus home. Not a bad outing with a decent amount of walking, although that bus on Broadway was me crapping out.

Later still. Didn't do anything with the pictures taken earlier, although the dark ones showed some life after looking at them in Lightroom. Left it at that. Tired again, not as much as in recent days and so we'll chalk it up to the walking and use it to sell us on more. Walking. Daily. Really.

Evening. A Midsomer Murders I'd seen before and so switched it off and headed for bed and the tablet. The blood pressure 113/71 at seven-thirty, not so bad, lights out by ten. Never sure what any of it portends in predicting when we'll get to sleep.