Friday. Lights out after eleven since we watched Elementary last night, to sleep then straight through until six-thirty. OK, six-thirty. Better than six or five forty-five, maybe we're in still in good shape for the rest of the day.

No rain, clear, they're saying clear through the day and so a walk to breakfast, passing by the Lakeview School on the way home for perhaps the thousandth time and noticing the hedge along the sidewalk was carefully trimmed to spell “Lakeview”, perhaps for the benefit of overflying gulls. Had I noticed this in the past and simply forgotten the fact or had it been newly trimmed and the unusual neatness of the lines called out?

And?

Well, what else do you think about as you're walking home from breakfast? (And yes, I did go back and check. It's been trimmed to spell Lakeview now for years and years.)

Later. A walk to the Lakeshore ATM thinking I'd get something to eat on the way back, but managed to avoid the two or three places I'd usually choose. Long lines at one, lack of fare in another, don't remember quite what it was at the last.

I did get a better look at the Lakeshore hedge from across the street coming back, taking a picture. OK, more than just gulls can make it out if you're in the right place and paying attention.

Nice morning, sun, the temperature up into the very low sixties, thunder storms tomorrow, so best we figure out what is it we need to get done and do it today. He said. Sitting here without a thought. Latham Square? Something to eat now that more time has gone by and we're hungrier? Not hungry enough to wait in a line, but hungry enough?

Evening. A slow not getting anything done late afternoon that ended by watching Democracy Now and then the New Tricks at seven, thinking I'd skip the Inspector George Gently that followed, but found myself getting sucked into it after bailing on Charlie Rose that started at the same time.

Odd perhaps in retrospect to see the late afternoon move so seemingly slowly with nothing urging me to do this or to do that and then, given a couple of things on television, the time just flying by and yours truly becoming quite content. No complaints, we're happy with mindlessly content.

To bed to check out the tablet, nothing I wanted to continue watching on the tablet and so lights out by ten. They're saying rain tonight and tomorrow - thunder storms, real rain - so we'll probably be driving to breakfast. Then again, although the sun and storms they forecast do seem to always arrive, they often show up on their own schedule and whether or not it will be raining tomorrow, only the morning will say.