Tuesday. To sleep reasonably soon after ten to awaken then for good at five minutes to six, get up, take the blood pressure and find it lower than it's been these last several mornings and so decided to take a normal dose rather than the double dose I've been taking these last few days. OK, up to walk to breakfast under clear blue skies, arriving to settle in at my indoor dining area table and start on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up around nine to set out for home under a bright now close to seventy degree sun wondering if I was going to be running for the bathroom again when I got home.

Arrived, took the selfie in the lobby and then hurried/ran through the door to the bathroom just in time as it happens, but these episodes are getting old. At least the weight is holding, down three pounds from the one fifty-five target on the scale this morning.

Tired and a little wobbly too, so ran the blood pressure three times in a row to have it read 98/70, 105/57 and finally 105/63, lower than it's been in months. Something wrong with the meter? Ran it on the old meter I'd replaced and it came back with a reading in the same range.

OK, finish yesterday's entry, post, process the morning pictures and start here before taking the blood pressure again: 98/70, 105/57 and 105/63. Better, but lied down and ended up taking an hour and a half's nap.

Later. Awoke from the nap at just before two, took another three readings: 111/64, 111/59 and 108/66. Still low, but it should lead to feeling less wobbly. Seventy-seven degrees at 4 PM, spent the rest of the afternoon with the tablet and took the blood pressure med at five-fifteen when the three readings now came in at 128/68, 124/74 and 133/63.

Evening. Nothing on television. Still warm, watched another dumb detective thing on the tablet, but gave up finally around nine. Lights out well before ten, the blood pressure having been 125/75, 122/69 and 126/69 at eight-fifteen.