Wednesday. Lights out after nine to awaken at ten minutes to six, feeling reasonably good and so up to walk to breakfast on another overcast morning, the eyes behaving as the temperature was quite comfortable. Arrived to find the restaurant open and so sat down with the papers and started reading. Good.
The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast just because to finish up by eight-thirty and set out for home, documenting the eight cent drop in the price of regular with a picture and then on along the sidewalk below the Lakeview school, under the 580 Overpass, by the lake and by the construction workers setting up what I'm guessing will be cement forms at the sidewalk construction site at the base of my hill.
Another selfie (yes, I made a haircut appointment for Friday) before settling in to futz with yesterday's run-on entry before posting. Maybe lie down right now for just a bit.
Later. Didn't feel like doing much, but checked the bus arrival times online and ended up catching a bus to the Broadway ATM to then walk back to the Valdez Street apartment house construction area to take the usual set of three pictures as I had the time to take them before a return bus arrived. So I did, getting off a stop early to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich at the burger drive-in to take home for lunch. Been thinking about a grilled chicken sandwich now for a couple of days and the head and stomach came together for once and gave a green light. Odd thing to say - a green light - but true.
Evening. Watched the Swedish Johan Falk – Mother Of All Robberies episode at six. Not terrible, not great. Followed on with the Dutch Baantjer Mysteries – The Murder Of The Father at eight. Not particularly believable, but watched it none the less. To bed then well before nine.