Thursday. Another good night's sleep. Just like that. Awake at six-twenty, up and out the door to walk to breakfast, some clouds here and there, but clearly another sunny day ahead. Feeling good? Feeling good.
The cardiologist's office called to say yesterday's test went well and so another test in a month and the CD shelf I'd ordered last Friday was delivered by FedEx. So much anything scheduled for the day.
Later. A walk to the lake and back more to get outside and breathe the air than any thought to go anywhere. Not unusual. Not hungry after a large breakfast. No coffee shops calling me to their table and so back to the apartment.
Evening. Watched this and that on the tablet, listened to the usual news programs, made some pithy comments about Trump on the Facebook pages of similarly minded friends. Again, clear headed and such, but it hasn't led to writing any of it down from the looks of this, so I'm guessing everyone here has a win.