Saturday. To sleep soon after ten, something that seems to be happily happening pretty regularly these days, to awaken then at five-thirty. Too early, in my opinion, but it seems to be a decent length's sleep, whether I'm quite happy with it or not.

Anyway, up to take the blood pressure (112/72, 121/65, 105/67) and decide to skip taking the blood pressure med until I got home after breakfast, driving under overcast skies to park by the 7-11 store and enter the restaurant to take my seat inside at my usual table and start on the papers.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because I haven't had it in a while, finishing up after nine to cross over Grand to the car and drive straight home to take the selfie in the lobby and suddenly find I needed to immediately drop everything and get to the bathroom just as I opened the apartment door. Best I hadn't walked to breakfast was the thought.

Later. Watched the Yankees-Red Sox game followed by a not very good Netflix revenge movie on the tablet.

Evening. Watched the first hour of Hoosiers, the Saturday Night Movie on PBS at eight, and realized I'd seen it before thinking it was pretty good then and pretty much equally good now. Stopped watching at nine because I was tired and didn't want to push beyond my usual bedtime, good movie or not, whether I remember how the last half of the movie played out or not. I didn't remember, as it happens, but that's hardly unusual given I haven't remembered how everything else I've watched in this past life has turned out.