Sunday. I did watch all of the The Brokenwood Mysteries episode last night. Watched enough of it to understand the plot, anyway, none of it particularly believable, but different enough to keep me from flaking out early. Lights out then later before ten to awaken at a quarter to six after what I'm guessing was enough sleep.

Drove to breakfast to park and wait five minutes before the waitresses arrived, had breakfast over the papers and then talked myself into skipping a planned drive to the supermarket when I was finished. I'm too good at talking myself into not doing this or that, particularly if it involves going somewhere. We do think about that.

Anyway, a picture on the way to the car, forgetting to check to see if there was a pandorea flower still blooming. I'm finding it easier and easier to forget elements in my routines, maybe not a good sign for the future, something I suspect we'll know about sooner than we'd like.

Later. Overcast and closer to cold than just cool, but a walk to the ATM on Lakeshore and then back to the Wallgreens by the 580 exit to pick up Band Aids and their $4.00 Good & Plenty special: one box for $1.53; four boxes for $4.00. Probably didn't need to buy four boxes, cheaper by the four or not, as they're in larger than the smaller boxes you find at the local convenience stores. Better to eat the stuff by the ounce rather than the pound.

Home to lie down (after consuming one of the Good & Plenty boxes) to see if I couldn't get in a nap. No sleep, but felt better. Up to watch some of the Pebble Beach golf tournament on television. Why golf? Have no idea, haven't played any golf since I was a teenager, but I seem to find it's able to keep my interest.

Evening. Watched more television, felt better after what I thought might be some up and downs from eating that box of Good & Plenty and so hid the three remaining boxes in one of the cupboards. I tend to forget such things are there when they're out of sight.

Noting on the tablet or on television, more the result of a burn out factor than a lack of anything to watch. There seems a limit to how many hours you can spend watching whatever before the body and mind say no on no uncertain terms.

We've pretty much sunk into babble here.

Happens more and more often.