Thursday. OK, not bad: to sleep by ten to awaken then at five-forty, early, but still after a decent night's rest. Up to walk to breakfast on a sunny morning, arriving at the restaurant before eight and settle in at the temporary table, turn on the lights and start on the papers. A picture on the way of a line of Lyft scooters that had been set out earlier this morning. Essential during shelter in place?

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up before nine-thirty to turn the lights off in the dining area and then head home taking the usual series of flower pictures, missing a couple that were no longer with us, but getting in the rest of the usual suspects.

About the same number of people on the sidewalks, maybe one or two more from the look of it, most of them again out exercising their dogs or running. There was a notice yesterday about shutting down construction sites, not sure how uniformly that's been applied, but no construction workers in evidence.

The same six Lyft scooters were still in place, another selfie in the lobby and then up to do the usual morning journal routine at the computer.

Later. More time on the tablet, more time feeling tired, a long hot bath in the mid-afternoon and then back to bed and the tablet. Shelter in place, in other words.

Evening. Got up to check out Vera fifteen minutes after it had started at eight, realized I'd seen it before, but sat and watched without being able to make out all the dialogue, recognizing scenes I'd seen before, but having no idea who'd done the deed. Said the hell with it before it finished and then went to bed, but ended up not turning out the lights until well after eleven. I'll be curious to see with that when I awaken in the morning.