Saturday. Quite a bit of singing, music and drumming coming up from the lake last night, still got to sleep not all that long after ten to awaken at just before six to listen to the 9-11 anniversary news before getting up and driving under a bright sun to the Lakeshore ATM and then on over the hill to park by the 7-11 store. Entered the restaurant to turn on the lights in the indoor dining area before settling in at my usual table and start on the papers.
The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because that's what came out of my mouth when I ordered, finishing up by nine to walk to the car and drive straight home to take a selfie with a rather severe looking expression on my face before heading to the bathroom and then settling down at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post, process the morning's few pictures and start here by a quarter after ten.
Later. Gave up on adding anything here until tomorrow morning, which means I only remember watching a baseball game (parts of a game) on the tablet and watching a movie I could have skipped without any loss and that was it for the afternoon. The blood pressure was all over the map and that continues to be a problem, I really will send a note to the cardiologist tomorrow. I can think of a couple of ways that might be a really bad sign and so maybe I'm avoiding it. But I ramble on. As always.
Evening. To bed early, lights out before nine, the drumming down by the lake coming in through the open bedroom windows, seemingly less so than it did last night. Today is the twentieth anniversary of 9-11. Do I remember what I was doing on that morning when I first heard it had happened? Oh, yes. Do I look back in horror on Afghanistan and Iraq and all the stupidity that followed? Indeed. Still, what did I do other than occasionally fret about it over these last two decades? What could I say to those so many we killed? Sorry, I was too busy to pay it much attention?