Friday. Watched some of Unit One, the nine o'clock International Mystery series program last night, but soon skipped out and got to bed by nine-thirty where I proceeded to screw it all up by watching something on the tablet for another, well, hour. Don't even remember what it was.
Still, awake and up before the alarm, that second pain pill I'd taken an hour before going to bed last night probably having something to do with sleeping straight through til morning. No excuses or complaints, the damned pills aren't perfect, but they do fill a need.
Another sunny morning that's going to be an overly warm day, off to breakfast and back just like that to go through the usual routine of editing yesterday's entry before posting. I'll do the Protime home blood test next to see how it's fared (and get more feedback on where I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to be doing after this operation) and take it from there. Nothing on the calendar for the weekend (the summer solstice tomorrow) and so we'll need to be inventive. There was a time once when we didn't have to say things like that.
Later. A walk down to the construction site to see what they were up to (more rebar, more wood forms) before walking on to take my usual route along the lake. That was enough for the morning, we're not pushing any boundaries yet.
Back to the apartment and a bath. They'd warned me not to soak the bandages and so I didn't, but I needed a bath if only for the psychological lift.
OK, bathed, clothed and out the door to catch the bus for coffee and a chocolate covered donut (two of the major food groups) at a table in the City Center, a walk back to Grand getting in more exercise than I needed this day, catching the bus at Grand and getting off to take pictures at the construction site. We're committed to following our Tonka toy boys through until they're finished, I'm afraid. Another year? More?
What now? For some reason I went through old pictures and created (what I hope are) better jpegs, the Lightroom/Photoshop skills having improved over these last many years. Matured, at least. The eye digging ever deeper with experience.
I did run the Protime home blood test this morning after the bath and, although I thought the number low, was told by the cardiologist's nurse when she called just now that it was within range, particularly but one week after an operation, so I guess all goes well until next week's test when more will be revealed.
Evening. Some television this evening I'm usually able to watch to include The Eagle, a Friday night nine o'clock International Mystery program that overlaps the earlier starting Midsomer Murders on PBS. All of which I've managed to watch with some interest in the past. The Eagle runs until eleven, but we've now entered the second week after the operation and I'm up for transgressions again. He said.
When have we ever stopped?