Friday. I'd seen the Inspector Lewis episode playing at eight last night. Didn't remember who'd done it or why, but it was obvious I'd seen it before and didn't care to see it again. Managed to skip watching Elementary later at ten, we'll probably watch it this morning on the tablet, and so the lights were out at a decent time. Slept pretty much straight through to awaken some fifteen minutes before the alarm (noting I'd not set the alarm, not sure how that happened) to get up and head to breakfast. Sunny morning. Eighty degrees yesterday, they say close to the same today.
Later. I did watch Elementary, no noticeable psychic damage by putting it off and watching it the next morning, spent another hour lying on the bed toying with sleep before getting up to photograph the construction site (having skipped photographing it yesterday) and then walk to the morning café for lunch: grilled cheese sandwich, potato salad and lemonade. I was hungry. It was good.
I thought of walking up and over the hill on Mandana to the ATM on Lakeshore, thought about it again and decided to walk the long way around by the theater. Which I did. How long since I've walked that hill? Been a while, another reason to suspect we're in less good shape than in the recent past. Or maybe we're just more of a goof-off. OK, maybe both.
Home now to listen to the PBS News Hour and then take another crack at a nap. A good day, but more sleep couldn't hurt. He said.
Later still. A slow afternoon. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and a box of Good & Plenty for dinner. A decent breakfast, a decent lunch, we can do that for dinner. Nothing else within walking distance I wanted to contemplate.
Evening. Another New Tricks at seven, followed by Dalziel & Pasco at eight. I've not been all that good at sitting down and watching Mr. Dalziel in the past and so maybe we'll get to bed early again. Tired enough right now to make that happen.