Friday To sleep by eleven to awaken at six-twenty, the chest a bit sore, but nothing too over the line. I'd left the bedroom windows and balcony door closed last night thinking about the smoke and slept with the fan running at the foot of the bed so it was somewhat warm in the apartment. Looking outside there was smoke in the atmosphere, but it didn't look all that bad so I opened the windows and balcony door to cool the apartment while I was at breakfast.

I have an online annual appointment with my cardiologist later this morning so I used that as an excuse to drive so I'd get back with plenty of time to prepare. I haven't done an online anything yet, other than prepare with the needed gear, so I'm thinking preparation will be important. And, OK, I wanted to drive.

Arrived and parked, the air seemingly OK with the usual number of people about, none of whom seemed all that concerned about the smoke. Sat down, ordered the avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee and read the papers, finishing up just before nine and heading to the car, taking the usual pictures and driving straight home.

Took the selfie, closed the windows and balcony door (the apartment was cooler) and settled down to finish and post yesterday's entry before, again, preparing for this online doctor's appointment by putting together the documentation to discuss the blood pressure issues and anything else that needed questioning.

You seem a little scattered.

Scattered seems to be the environment around here anymore.

Later. The cardiologist's online video appointment turned out well. At least I think we covered everything, although the audio didn't work and we talked over the phone. They have software that allows you to do one of these sessions using the phone rather than a computer, but I'll figure out why no audio before we do another one. Not sure from his comments that the problem was on my side.

Eighty-five degrees this afternoon and so we're back to sitting in front of the fan. Some time on the tablet and listening to the news, the Bay Area is not doing well with all the fires. They're saying five hundred and sixty of them now, many joining together in the heat, dryness and wind.

Evening. Nothing on television, the PBS stations are raising money again, and so to bed and the tablet around eight-thirty, the temperature seventy-one, all the windows and doors sealed tight.