Tuesday. Another decent night's sleep, awakening too early, but up eventually at six-twenty to head out to breakfast on another overcast morning, the temperature good and the eyes behaving (watering a little bit). Arrived at five minutes before seven, the restaurant open and so right into the papers, having the avocado omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Oh, and the blood pressure was 99/76 when I got up.

Finished the papers by nine and so set out taking pictures of the odd lots of scooters scattered about on the sidewalks along the way as well as the usual picture of flowers still blooming below the Lakeview school. What the hell, keeps me amused.

Home to do the usual edit and posting of yesterday's entry (fewer typos, at least, to some comfort), taking of another blood pressure reading (92/66, seems way too low) and rationalizing putting off doing the laundry until tomorrow. The excuse used was to clean up the bedroom and identify everything that needs washing today to be ready to carry it downstairs without having to futz around with it first thing tomorrow. We'll see.

Some signs of the sun now that it's ten-thirty. The head has remained clear, the attitude not bad, not tired, let's see if we can claim that again during the noon hour.

Later. Watched last night's episode of Elementary and, thinking about two articles in the N.Y. Times this morning on exercise when you're working on your eighth decade, figured I should make it a point to get in a walk and so a bus to the City Center to get something to eat. Crowded, the City Center, even after one in the afternoon and so picked up a box of Good & Plenty at the convenience store, checked the bagel shop for outside tables to find all of them occupied and so walked on to Latham Square.

The Peet's that recently opened in the base of the Cathedral Building had no open tables and so a picture of the construction site across Broadway before hopping on a free bus to Grand, catching the homeward bound bus a few minutes later and taking it straight home. Not much walking there, I'm afraid. Some, but the authors of those two newspaper articles would not have been impressed. Amused, maybe, but less than impressed.

Evening. I run out of steam by early afternoon when it comes to the writing and so we're adding this tomorrow morning with the head relatively clear. Watched stuff on the tablet through the rest of the day, the current trap that grabs us all mentioned in those morning N.Y. Times articles. Now what's the trick to set us free?