Sunday. Lights out by ten, awake well after six (on a Sunday without an alarm) and on to breakfast with the three Sunday papers in tow, arriving just after seven. Sunny, reasonably warm, another nice (dry) day ahead. Feel good, as the mornings usually feel good, no reason to believe it will deteriorate later. No reason not to think, but then no reason not to be positive either.
Later. A lazy enough morning and afternoon. A brief lie down for a nap, some of it pretty close to sleep, up to futz with the computer working on old scanned images and posting two or three updated versions to artandlife. Nothing spectacular, but entertaining enough that the hours have slipped right on by.
A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar - yes, chocolate covered coffee ice cream with almonds, I don't believe they have anything to do with the ocular migraines - and then back to the apartment, a brief look at the lake on the way home.
Watched a Nova episode on the discovery of a Cretaceous period dinosaur. Haven't watched anything like that in a while. I've always been interested in science, spent my first year in college as an engineering major, grew up reading Scientific American, but haven't spent any time with any of the public television science related programs in many decades. Not sure why.
Evening. To bed early to watch more stuff on the tablet. Seems to be the routine, now: tablet, tablet. Not a bad day, felt pretty good. A laid-back, not to worry, life is swell pretty good. Successs of some sort, I'd guess.