Thursday. Awoke at five-thirty, blinked, and it was three minutes after six and so up to turn off the fan and prepare to set out for breakfast, opening the sliding balcony door wide before setting out to see if it wouldn't lower the temperature a bit more while I was at breakfast. They're saying the high seventies today, twenty degrees cooler than it was yesterday. Hooray, I'd say.

Arrived at the restaurant before seven to find it open and so settled in with the papers, ordering the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee and finishing up by eight-thirty to head out the door to document the ten cent a gallon increase in the price of regular before heading home, a bicyclist waiting on the light at Santa Clara across from the theater, a burned out whatever flower it is/was badly photographed below the Lakeview school, another bicyclist below the 580 Overpass and the crane at the construction site near my apartment doing whatever it was doing. I need to get a picture of it later.

The selfie in the smudged mirror in the lobby to then settle down to finish yesterday's entry, finding three obvious errors that needed correcting after posting. The memory again?

Need to go by an ATM later and take care of the Protime blood thinner test today. Not looking forward to it.

Later. A walk to the bus stop in t-shirt and jeans, no jacket or camera, the cell phone in the right front pocket. Took me a while to talk myself into going, but caught the bus to the ATM on Broadway, walked then up Broadway to Grand when a bus to the lab came by and so on the bus to the lab, arriving two minutes before it opened at one. Luck, those two buses.

Took fifteen minutes for the blood to be drawn, thought about getting something for lunch at the building café as I was leaving, but decided I wasn't hungry and so walked along Broadway to the first available stop just as another bus came by. My, my. Off at Grand to then wait for ten minutes for the bus home, the two tasks of the day now done. A bit fried, but a few minutes on the bed with the fan turned on high seemed to straighten things out.

Evening. Watched Vera at eight thinking I'd seen it before, but had no idea who'd done the evil deed. Remembered some of the scenes. Had trouble keeping up with the investigation as it played out because I couldn't quite make out the accents again, although I'd done better with them last week. Thus it goes.

To bed with lights out at nine-thirty and turned on the fan at the foot of the bed after taking another blood pressure reading that came it at 141/77. Seems to be going up. Should I be worried? Is this up and down blood pressure business going to bug us forever?