Saturday. Awakened at six. Good. Up and out the door to walk to breakfast, arriving at five minutes to seven to find the restaurant dark (except for a light back in the kitchen), but the dining area door unlocked and so turned on the lights and set up to read the papers, the waitresses not arriving until a quarter after seven this time having gotten tied up on the highway.
The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up the papers at the usual time around eight forty, but feeling tired and wobbly, the feeling coming on as I was finishing the papers. This hasn't happened before, feeling this wobbly on the way home to arrive, but then crash on the bed instead of working on yesterday's entry.
Evening. And that was the day, a day of feeling tired to a degree that made me stop and wonder what was happening that lasted through the evening, feeling whole or close to whole by the time is was to turn the lights out after nine, more than curious as to what was going to happen tomorrow. Didn't touch the taxes, absolutely no thought to get up, let alone go outside. Again, we'll look at this again tomorrow.