Monday. To sleep before ten to awaken at five, blink, and awake for good before six in time to listen to the five minute KPFA News before Democracy Now! started at six. Up to take the blood pressure - 126/73 - within what I'm now thinking is the new higher acceptable range allowing for a clearer head and a rebirth of the desire to get outside and take pictures, and so off to walk under clear skies to breakfast, finding the restaurant open and serving coffee. OK.
The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up the papers by eight forty-five and heading home under what was now a bright sun, not yet uncomfortable walking in a light jacket over a long sleeved shirt. Nothing happening at the construction project above the sidewalk near the bottom of my hill and so a selfie in the lobby before heading up to take another reading: 125/75.
Nothing on the schedule for the day, laundry tomorrow, but again, the head is clear(er) and the attitude better, who knows what that might portend?
Lying down on the bed and watching whatever might be on the tablet, but with a clearer head?
Bite our tongue.
Later. A nap, an hour on the tablet and spending enough time processing more of the Oakland Pride pictures, realizing I may indeed have enough pictures (21) for a section on HereInOakland and artandlife this afternoon. Haven't had a thought otherwise to go outside. It's seventy-eight degrees outside, cooler in here.
Evening. OK, enough, exactly enough pictures to put together a web page so we'll get on with it. Finish it tomorrow. Or maybe Wednesday. To bed at eight to listen to the last couple of innings of the Giants game, losing their lead in the last two innings, followed by the BBC News with lights out before ten, the blood pressure coming in at 134/75. Have no idea if that's good or bad, but we'll measure it again in the morning, skip taking another dose of the med this evening. Kick it down the road, in other words. We're good at that.