Friday. Lights out by ten to then take forever, what seemed like forever, to get to sleep, awakening at five-thirty wide awake. Feeling pretty good, though. Go figure, I sure as hell can't.

Still, not looking gift horses in the mouth and all the rest, up on another low cloud overcast day to walk to breakfast, arriving just before seven to find the restaurant open and ready for business. Had the avocado and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight half a pound over the target this morning. So good. Two goods and it's not even eight o'clock yet.

Still overcast on the walk home taking the same set of photographs. Nothing on the schedule today, although I do have to go by an ATM again, so we'll at least get more walking in. Yesterday's entry was a mess in too many ways and I'd bitch about it more, but I've done enough of that for two lifetimes now and so I'll just quietly stew over it a bit. I do a lot of things “a bit”.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM and then a walk back to the apartment to lie down for about an hour to catch up for last night. Didn't take the camera out of the backpack. Listened to the news and then more of the Korean series on the tablet. It's getting hokier. Either that or I'm realizing whatever elements it has that keep me watching aren't strong enough to overcome the hokier aspects.

An what exactly are these hokier aspects?

The realization that half of it's been written for twelve year olds.

Evening. I admit to watching parts of the Doc Martin episode at seven and then bailing on the evening to head back to bed and the tablet. I've realized now for some time the elements or story lines or particular character types that turn me off tell me more about my own psychology than anything to do with the program.

There are only so many story lines, there are only so many types of characters, there are only so many attitudes and actions and they're repeated over and over in every form of story telling and entertainment. So why do I turn off a program when I run into one or another that bug me? Advancing age? Getting crankier? The mind's rebellion when I stopped drinking?

Just put it to bed.

The one sensible suggestion of the day.

That's what I'm here for.