Saturday. To sleep around the usual time, close to eleven anyway, up to walk to breakfast on a sunny clear skies morning, setting out a little early to arrive and find there were no outside tables set up on their patio, learning outside dining had been banned again due to the increase in coronavirus infections. OK, into the closed off dining room to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. So far, so good, not a bad start to the day.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up not long after nine to walk home under a warmer bright sun, feeling tired as I approached the apartment. No more than usual, but tired. Took the usual series of pictures, not all of the flowers pointing in directions that made them easy to photograph, but a snapshot of a car and home, the selfie in the lobby and then upstairs to settle down at the computer and start putting all this together.

Except I was unusually tired and so, getting up to head to the bedroom to lie down for a while, had an episode where I felt really wobbly and so sat down and took the blood pressure: 85/56. Low enough to indeed bring on “wobbly”. The blood pressure med, taken around six when I got up this morning, kicking in?

Nothing usual this morning, I always count the number of pills and check what they are before taking them, which I remember doing this morning? More trouble with the blood pressure? It's been stable for some time now, although I haven't taken any readings other than the two first thing in the mornings and before turning in at night for some time.

The 85/56 reading at nine-fifty this morning, 97/55 at ten forty-five. We'll take more readings through the day and through tomorrow.

Later. The golf tournament at noon on television, the news at three and the tablet after four until dinner. The blood pressure 106/60 at one-thirty, 113/72 at three.

Evening. Checked out the PBS Saturday night movie at eight, put off by the antisemitic remarks by more than one of the characters and so to bed to start the third season of a series I'd watched the first two (or at least the second) seasons some time (over a year?) ago, just barely remembering the story line as the first episode in this new series started. Barely remembered. I hope it was at least a year ago, preferably more that I'd seen those first and second seasons.

Is the memory getting noticeably worse? Rapidly worse in these last many months? Probably not too rapidly worse, but you never really know.