Monday. At least with the ocular migraines, even though you say and feel relatively clear headed in the evenings, you still seem to put you right down with lights out and that described last night: out to then wake up at ten minutes to six in time for the KPFA five minute news where we learned our president has been active on Twitter again.

Overcast as usual, but reasonably warm. At least the eyes didn't water very much. Arrived to find the restaurant open and so ordered the two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast again. The Monday papers were, as usual, quite thin, but there was enough to keep me occupies and so back home to take but two pictures, albeit both in focus this time. Closer, at least.

Have no particular ambitions to do anything today other than maybe walk up to take another picture showing whatever construction progress may have been made on the apartment/condominium development project. Doesn't really count as an outing as it doesn't take more than five minutes. Maybe six.

Later. Tired and so a fairly long nap, up to listen/watch the news at two-thirty, but then to lie down and listen to the last half of the News Hour at three-thirty on the radio in bed. Thus has gone the afternoon. Guess these tired days are here to stay for a while. Did take a picture of the construction site, but that was it for the late afternoon. No discernible difference in the routine this last week.

Evening. Stayed up to watch the Father Brown episode that started at eight. Thought about watching a PBS Ted Williams program that started at the same time and so flipped between the two programs for a while. Waste of time, I'm afraid. Skipped the Dr. Blake Mysteries series at nine to support my consistency in so doing and went to bed. Quite warm in the apartment this evening and so opened the bedroom window wide. Lights out after the six minute news at ten. Seems about right.

You're just babbling here, adding this tomorrow morning after breakfast. You should be embarrassed.

How many times have we decided I'm long beyond any of that.