Thursday. Lights out at ten to sleep straight through until six-fifteen and so I'm guessing a decent night's sleep, up to head out walking to breakfast on another overcast morning, running into a crane setting up to do whatever at the construction project being built between Grand and nearby, fronting on my street. OK, arrived too early by five minutes, but the restaurant was open and all was well.

Had the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers, finishing up before eight-thirty and so setting out for home a little early. Took another picture of the crane in operation and - what else? - of a single Lime scooter by the lake. Bit my tongue and didn't run either of the pictures I'd taken of the Bird scooters I'd passed by earlier.

A call from the Protime people saying all looked well, the number sitting where it was wanted, come back for another one in four weeks. OK. Good. The sun is out now that it's after ten and I'm thinking of walking up the way to see if that crane indicates there may be signs of progress on my side of their construction site.

Later. A walk up the block to take that picture, running into a woman who lives nearby who mentioned the parking garage for the apartments and condominiums would be serviced by a car elevator from our street. Ah. I wondered how they were going to do that. Anyway, a picture.

Later on a walk to the lake to see if that bicycle was still submerged off the shore, figuring I'd put it up on Twitter as I haven't posted anything in quite a while. (What the hell, as good a rationalization to get out of the apartment as any.) Found the bike, took the picture and then found this on the lawn nearby with a tag off to the side. Nicely done.

Evening. Spent time watching something on the tablet, skipped the PBS Newshour that started at three and got up to watch it on television when it ran again at six. The news has become a trip with Alice through the Looking Glass, best to take it in smaller doses.