Tuesday. Lights out before ten to awaken not long after to get up and out the door on a clear, not overly cold, morning. A little slow starting out, but a decent walk and a start to a decent day under clear skies, the restaurant open when I arrived before seven.

The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast because that's what appealed, finishing up the papers by eight-thirty, no other diners in the dining area while I was there, a first if memory serves, memory not being my strongest point, you understand.

The walk home under a bright sun taking the usual selfie when I arrived to do the usual finish, edit and then post yesterday's entry.

Later. Lied down for a while, tired, got up after maybe thirty minutes to take a bath, still tired, and so decided to get out the door and take a bus to the newly relocated Broadway ATM to see if that cleared the head. It did, the head did seem clearer. Missed catching the return bus home by thirty seconds, watching it from across Broadway unable to cross because the crossing light was red. Ah, well. The buses run every twenty minutes. Life will not end.

I'd brought the small Nikon 1 V3 camera to avoid the backpack and so walked up Broadway to the apartment house construction site on Valdez to took all of three pictures before turning around and catching the next bus home.

Evening. Not super tired, but tired for the rest of the afternoon, watching the first five minutes of the Swedish Lola Upside Down – Episode 4 at six, remembering the acting and story line from last week and so bailed. Lola was indeed upside down. To bed and the tablet watching Delhi Crime for the first time, a series based (with the first three episodes I watched this evening, based one assumes loosely on an horrendous rape performed on a bus in India. Doesn't make me want to visit India. Lights out by ten, later than I'd have liked.