Monday. To sleep reasonably soon after ten to awaken for good just before six, so a good night's sleep. I'm guessing. Lots of guessing these days, I'm afraid. Up to walk to breakfast under clear skies, the weather people saying into the high sixties later, arriving at the usual time to turn on the lights in the indoor dining area and take my usual seat to start on the papers. So far, so good, no sign of ocular hiccups so far.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, none of these on the to be avoided migraine inducing foods list, finishing up again around nine without signs of dizziness and so set out under a warm sun and a cooling breeze to walk home without thoughts to having to hurry to the bathroom at any time soon (which is good) all the while taking the usual string of flower pictures. The number of people without masks seems to keep increasing and I'd say half or more weren't wearing them as I passed, both coming and going.
Home to take the selfie feeling a little tired, yes, but no signs of ocular migraines in the offing, and so settled down at the computer to finish yesterday's screed before posting and then start on processing this morning pictures before starting here, finishing at noon. No ocular interruptions, the head is clear and the attitude is good to the point of kidding myself I might actually get something more than usual done here at the apartment. Cleaning the bathroom comes to mind. At least the sense of humor is intact.
Later. Took a bath and watched a really bad movie on the tablet, a good idea followed by a bad. But so seem to go our afternoons.
Evening. They ran Agatha and the Truth of Murder with the same fund raising breaks again on another PBS channel, but starting at seven this time so it would finish at nine, rather than ten. I did take a look, but bailed after five minutes. There's evidently a series of these Agatha Christie episodes starting to run on PBS, but I'm hoping they've been written, produced and directed by a different production company than the one that produced this one. But what the hell: to bed again by nine after a decent day with no hints of lurking ocular migraines.