Thursday. Awoke at six-ten. OK, a little early, but got up, took the blood pressure - 90/69 - and headed out for breakfast under a clear skies, going to be sunny morning, the head telling me it was clear, although the head has been known to prevaricate. But I digress.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up at close to nine this time and walking home taking the usual series of pictures, the sun bright, feeling good.

Another reading - 117/81 about as high as I'd like to see it - before settling in and attempting to salvage some of yesterday's entry. Nothing unusual there, nothing unusual about the less than suitable outcome.

You're flogging that to death.

Well, the mood is decent, the sun is out, time now to figure out how we're going to talk ourself into getting that walk before the day is over.

Later. Nothing to show for the day. A very brief look at the construction site up the street after hearing what sounded in the distance to be power tools coming from the building and, indeed, that's where the sounds were coming from, but no sign of any change, just the same plastic sheets that covered any and all activity.

Once home that was it, no more walking. Watched an episode of Silk, a British series on the tablet. Followed what news was available on the hurricane approaching the Carolinas and just generally did little else.

Evening. Watched a PBS program, Fake Or Fortune at seven, a Rodin drawing that turned out to be a forgery, tried to watch Happy Valley at eight, but had the same problem in making out their accents. Ah, well. And so that's been it for another day and another evening.