I disliked the fellow who drove by West End Station and cat-called at a female pedestrian. I admit that part of my distaste came from the fact that he was one of those early-20s former-frat-boy-looking guys in an open-air Jeep-like car. But I would have found it distasteful in any event.
At 9 p.m. we took Beatrice for a walk, which she relished. Now we are watching a re-run of "Grantchester".
Breakfast: Kix cereal and skim milk
Lunch: 2 slices of cheese pizza
Dinner: cooked chicken breast, salad and quinoa.
(cross-posted to DW because life is silly)