Saturday. To sleep not long after ten to awaken at five-thirty and dawdle along listening to the news until it was time to get up and walk to breakfast under overcast skies, the weather people saying a high of seventy degrees later today. Arrived to settle in at my indoor dining area table and start on the papers.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee if only to have something other than the two strips of bacon, finishing up just after nine to walk home without any thoughts or need to visit the bathroom, the sun now bright with me happily taking pictures. None of the tiredness of yesterday. Not sure why. Took the selfie in the lobby and settled in at the computer to finish yesterday's screed, post and then process the morning's pictures, but then not stopping and continuing on with the writing here.
The blood pressure was fine when I awoke, but quite a bit higher for the first two readings than I was expecting when I got home and so took the first blood pressure med of the day.
Later. A movie on the tablet and that's been about it. Sitting at the computer by the balcony door I noticed this wandering around on the balcony. A pigeon chick? Not what I'd imagine what one would look like. Seems too big to have just come out of a nest, but then looked it up on the web to find it's most often called a squab, a young pigeon. Now how did it fall out of its nest?
Evening. Watched the Alabama-Texas A & M game, one of the better ones I've seen. Switched back and forth at the end with Good Night and Good Luck the Saturday Night Movie that started at eight, Edward R. Murrow versus Sen. Joseph McCarthy, that felt not unlike our political culture today. To bed by nine. The blood pressure has been running high all day and so took another blood pressure med, the fourth of the day.