First question: is it still morning — literally — not poetically as in Ronald Reagan’s “morning in America.” Yes, 11:38 a.m., Saturday, Feb. 8, 2014.

Second question: can I find my thumb drive? Yes.

Pot of noodles is on the stove. Check on meds. Pharm phone ringing. Uh oh, prescription is out of date. Have to ask a person instead of mechanical voice. OK person says they have my pills. Open til 7 lunch from 1 to 2 p.m.

Noodles still on the stove. I have a headache. I have a pill for that — it’s like an app for people who don’t have smart phones. OK, must eat first then take pill. Mission accomplished.

Now, I will read the email from you-know-who about you-know-what. It’s okay.

Went to pick up meds. Bought some groceries and left them in the shopping cart, apparently. Went back to look for them. Not there. Bought meatloaf and macaroni and cheese on the way home. Ate them in bed. Meatloaf in bed, what an indulgence. Watched 48 hours, Country Club Murder. Son murders his mother and father hoping to inherit more money for his career — as¬†professional poker player!

Started to make a list for latest Zillow article — where is it?