Thursday. Lights out by about ten to spend the night thinking why am I waking up so often during this night? Awoke finally at five-thirty, surprising myself by feeling pretty good, and so up and out the door to walk to breakfast setting a good pace under cool clear skies, arriving to find the restaurant open and so settled in with the papers, again, clear headed and feeling good. This after yesterday morning's rocky start. Go figure.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by eight-forty and setting out for home, another picture of the GoBikes (fewer this time) the store window I've been photographing now forever, the flowers below the Lakeview school and three bikes waiting under the 580 Overpass for the light, all this with a clear head and a good attitude, looking forward to the day ahead. Go figure.

Arrived home, took the selfie in the lobby and settled in to finish yesterday's entry, it showing more than a few signs of being written by someone yesterday with a fuzzy head.

Later. For all this feeling clear headed stuff it seems to have resulted in another afternoon listening/reading the news and on the tablet. Still, no complaints about the feeling good business, just doing the usual bitching about hibernating inside.

Evening. Watched Vera at eight, no real problems making out meaning through their accents, finishing at nine-thirty and going right to bed.