Tuesday. Awoke at five minutes to six, too early, but zoned in and out for another hour before getting up and driving to breakfast. A sunny morning, but the idea of walking didn't appeal because, in scrambling in coming up with an excuse, I guessed all this coronavirus news was getting to me. Maybe walk the short distance to the 7-11 look-alike later just to see if I could do it? Anyway, arrived before eight at the restaurant to enter the closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up with the papers well after nine to document the ten cent drop in the price of regular before heading to the car and driving home. A selfie in the lobby and then to yesterday's entry to enter something in the Evening section before posting.

Later. I've been going back and using photographs from 2018 for the photographs up above and behind the Journal title as I've not been going out to photograph festivals and such and discovered that all the journal entries from January 2018 through May 2018 had a display date of 2017 rather than the correct 2018. I've been making glitches here lately, but nothing like not noticing the date hadn't been incremented for the new year, a date that's written in headline letters. Was I that spacey two years ago? Went back and changed them all to the correct 2018 date, but a little jarring to discover.

Evening. Watched pieces of the Secrets of Chatsworth on PBS at seven, a subject I knew nothing about. I also hadn't known that President Kennedy's sister, who'd been married to Billy Chatsworth, the eldest son of the Duke of Devonshire, had died in a plane crash six months before Kennedy himself was assassinated, this on top of this week's news that Robert Kennedy's grand daughter and her son had drowned in a canoe accident.

How many members of the Kennedy family have died through assassination and accident over these last several decades was the depressing question I came away with from the program.

Ended up skipping out on the first episode of a new Ken Burns production, Gene: An Intimate History, that followed and so another day is almost done.