Sunday. A miserable night's sleep, at least from watching the clock tick off the hours through the night and early morning to then pop wide awake half an hour before the alarm. You'd think, anyway. Off to breakfast and back on an Easter Sunday morning, my restaurant opening at its usual time of seven. I hadn't checked yesterday to be sure, forgetting it was Easter.

Overcast, they say a seventy percent chance of precipitation, precipitation rather than rain. Some drops driving home from breakfast, but not enough to turn on the wipers. We'll lie down now that yesterday's entry's been posted. I suspect we can get more sleep.

Later. A two hour plus nap to awaken to rain. Intermittent, it's stopped now that it's after one, but a real turn on your windshield wipers rain of the kind we need (to continue for about a month). They're saying clear and sunny tomorrow and through the rest of the week, but any water gets our attention here.

This monologue seems a bit fuzzy.

We've only been up for an hour. Takes time for all the faculties to reassemble and focus to reappear.

Evening. The rain didn't last long and the sky cleared around three leading to a sunny late Easter Sunday afternoon and early evening. (I'm remembering now how much I like daylight into the evenings.) Nothing on television and so some time on the tablet, some time on the web reading this and that, some time reading in bed. Ah, well. The guitars sit ignored on their stand, maybe heat one of them up before bedtime.