Thursday. To bed fairly early to get what I'm guessing was a decent night's sleep, awakening just after six and driving to breakfast in a light rain. OK, they were saying rain this morning and today, but then sun tomorrow and lasting into next week.
Attitude good. The sinus-upper palate aches, but not so bad. Which is good. I guess. Ambitious thoughts on what might be done today over breakfast, not unusual, such thoughts over breakfast, but they usually evaporate by the time I've been home for more than an hour. And I've now been home for more than an hour.
Later. Some threatening looking clouds, but I'd gotten a voice mail yesterday from the pharmacy saying I had a prescription ready and so a walk to the Lakeshore Wallgreens to pick it up. Cold enough to keep most people off the sidewalks and by the lake and so I put the head down and set out to pickup the prescription, returning colder and walking more quickly than I had setting out.
Evening. And the day has dribbled out, watching a movie on the tablet, listening to the news in the mid-afternoon (as I futzed on the computer) and a walk to the burger drive-in to bring home another grilled chicken sandwich. The guy with the camera who orders the grilled chicken sandwich. The cook starts on it as often as not before I place the order.
Nothing on television and so another movie on the tablet before turning out the lights, but when? At eight? Too early. At nine? I'm thinking nine.