Wednesday. Lights and such out again by nine-thirty last night to awaken finally at a quarter to six, similar to these recent mornings to include two or three brief periods of foggy wakefulness. Still, good. The sky again clear, the sun again bright on the walk to breakfast, wearing a light jacket instead of a winter coat for the first time.

The avocado omelet with country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee over the papers, finishing by eight-forty or so and setting out for home, again snapping pictures as I found them, some more of interest than others. The young woman runner appeared as I approached the lake and so, of course, a couple of pictures. The usual bicyclist under the 580 Overpass, the scooters by the lake and the selfie in the lobby before heading upstairs and managing to post yesterday's entry before crashing. For whatever reason tired, really tired.

Later. I did force myself out the door to walk up and take a picture at the construction site just up my block, returned and headed over to the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich to take home and eat for lunch, but otherwise stopped writing this almost as soon as I'd started this morning and then didn't resume until later in the evening. As I said: tired.

Evening. More tablet. Started watching an old Midsomer Murders episode I'd seen before at eight and bailed after an hour. Not as tired as I was through the entire afternoon, but ready for bed sooner than later.