Saturday. Lights out by ten to then sleep straight through until six, not something I do every night, but certainly good. One would think. Up and out the door by six forty-five on another overcast and cool morning, the eyes watering a bit, but otherwise behaving.

I've been thinking I've been feeling more tired these last weeks while walking to breakfast. Not walking home, but the walk in seems to be sliding. I guess we'll know soon enough. Anyway, the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries with coffee for breakfast, the papers, of course, filled with Tales of Kavanaugh. Let's hope the FBI, whatever it finds, calms us all. A bit. Not sure the term ‘calm’ can in any way be applied to the political class at the moment.

Now, now. Sounds like you're a little fried.

I am. The sinus-upper palate was acting up on the walk home as it will often as not. That surgeon getting up into the nose and air tubes really made these last decades less happy than they otherwise might. Whatever, the walk home was more like the walk to breakfast, feeling tired, ready for a nap after what I thought should have been a good night's sleep. Maybe lie down and check out the tablet for say an hour, see if the energy comes back.

Later. Lied down and watched today's episode of Mr. Sunshine in which they killed off a number of characters you've grown to rather like over these last many episodes and now I'm wondering what will happen in the last episode in the series that will be available tomorrow. Odd series, but it, for some reason, had held my interest.

Up then to watch some of the Ryder Cup, the Americans getting hammered, Tiger Woods so far missing putts right and left. Such is life. The Ryder Cup isn't something I think much about in the scheme of things.

As in you spelled it ‘Rider’ before stopping and looking it up?

Yeah, but I did catch it and look it up.

Evening. Nothing on television. No interest in old Bogart movies, two of which, Key Largo and To Have and Have Not, are playing one after the other on PBS this night. Watched them when I was younger with enthusiasm, I've probably watched both more than once, but for some reason my head and the culture has changed enough since they were made to make me tune out.

Old duffers do that.

I'd be curious to know how younger people react when (and if) they watch them. Movies made fifty-sixty years before when I first saw them as a teenager didn't exist.

To bed early and, one hopes, to sleep.