Wednesday. To sleep pretty much right away after ten to awaken then at six-fifteen. Good. The blood pressure 123/68 first thing and so decided to take the blood pressure med and see if it dropped significantly later. Still not sure what's happening there. Up to drive to breakfast under an overcast morning, arriving to go through the usual routine of entering the closed off dining room area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, another diner in his fifties entering the dining area to sit at a table twenty feet from mine to have breakfast, immediately getting on the phone and then opening a Zoom session on his laptop to conduct a loud conversation. Makes reading difficult it does. That and sharing the air and additional risk of the virus made me cranky, but didn't say anything. He hasn't come in very often.

Finished up at a quarter after nine, snapped a picture of the succulent just outside the restaurant door on the patio railing and then headed for the car, driving straight home to take the selfie before settling in here at the computer to wrestle with the run on sentences that needed more editing than I'm evidently willing or clear headed enough to perform. Or not embarrassed enough to take the needed time to make all of the necessary corrections. There was a time when that would never have happened.

Later. The usual afternoon of watching stuff on the tablet, futzing around with Facebook and half listening to television news.

Evening. Stayed up to watch Midsomer Murders at eight, a program I realized I'd seen before, but didn't remember anything other than the occasional scene as it came up on screen and didn't remember the outcome at all. Fortunately believability of the who and why murders were done isn't particularly important to whether you enjoy the thing or not, convincing me forgetting the plot isn't all that tragic. Not sure I remembered the who-what-whom of any of them even when I was young.