Thursday. To bed after taking another blood pressure reading (127/80) before lights out, awake and up at six-fifteen to get ready to walk to breakfast, the sky clear, the sun up above the eastern hills, heading out the door thinking what did I forget? Ah, to check the DSL unit (still not connecting) and taking the blood pressure again before setting out, so: (99/72, 108/68 when I returned from breakfast). Good to say: the start of another good day.
Another two cent drop in gas prices to document after breakfast, another pandorea flower picture and another photograph of the area where they'd placed two picture frames at the base of a tree along Grand I've been walking by this last week. Didn't last long, those picture frames.
Still no DSL when I got home and so called the automated AT&T support line to get another “the telephone land lines and DSL are out in your area, we know what the problem is and we're working on it" to see the DSL modem start blinking green a little later and then the Internet come online.
One twenty-four hour period without the Internet turned out to be more frustrating than I'd thought it might. I was planning on taking the (now creaky old) laptop to a café later to post the journal files to the web. The updated Latham Square sections would have had to wait until DSL was back in service (as in right now).
Later. A walk to the ATM on Lakeshore, a detour on the way back to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription refill and then home by noon on a getting warmer day. Shirt sleeve going on t-shirt temperature. Stopped briefly at the lake to sit and then take a single picture, if only to say I'd taken a picture after all the walking.
For saying living without the Internet for a day was somewhat more frustrating than I suspected, it took all of about thirty minutes to upload files, check news sites and Facebook to douse the fires. Had anything happened other than throwing the journal schedule off? Not really. No email I needed to read, no wars started in Mississippi or East Los Angeles. Life seems to have struggled right along without any harm from my not being able to oversee its progress.
Put together another Latham Square section. Only one, but we'll see how it goes tomorrow.
Evening. Some Democracy Now, some Charlie Rose, some little time on the guitar and then to bed to check out if there's anything that might call out to me to watch on the tablet. Seems I've done this before. Still, feel pretty good, no complaints. The blood pressure is doing fine. I think. We'll know more in another week.