Thursday. Lights out after listening to the six minute news program on the radio last night to awaken then at a quarter to six. Seems to have been enough sleep and so up and out the door on another colder than it's recently been morning, the eyes watering, the nose somewhat better behaved. Had the French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, a sliced banana and coffee for breakfast. They were out of the mixed fruit.

Nothing new in the papers, although the stories and opinion pieces just seem to describe this current administration of ours more and more often as wacko's than any I've ever read in the past. The problem being, of course, they're probably becoming more accurate. Creepy and scary when you understand the “liberal” mainstream press has never really been all that “liberal” and has always pretty much described whatever the current administration's line as somehow “balanced”. But I digress. Too much attention to this stuff can't be good for your mental health.

Bright sun walking home, the one lone pandorea flower still in evidence, another derelict supermarket basket that's been sitting out front of the still closed Grand Fare Market and so on to the apartment. Maybe a trip to the Broadway ATM later and then take a look at how they're doing with the two apartment house construction sites?

Later. Well, life did not end with a bus to Broadway and the ATM, a quick walk back to the apartment house construction area to take a picture of the older apartment site that burned last year, seemingly not much going on there, and then a couple of pictures of the progress on the 2330 Webster Street site where they've been continuing to work at a good clip. Then a bus home.

Evening. A high of sixty-five today, although they're saying it will get colder starting Sunday and stay colder then for a while. Still no idea when we might get some rain again.

So?

So thus went the rest of the afternoon on into the evening, nothing on television, one or two things on the tablet, but watching the current crop lately has been like slogging through mud.