Saturday. To sleep again by about eleven to awaken briefly at five-thirty, blink to find it was now after six-thirty and so up after seven to drive to the Lakeshore ATM before heading over the hill to the restaurant to enter the dining area and settle in with the papers.

The avocado, mushroom and cheese omelet, pancakes, fruit cup and coffee this morning, adding the cheese as I haven't had anything that looks like an ocular migraine now in some time. Finished up by a quarter after nine and set out for the car, the sky still overcast, to drive home and take the disheveled looking selfie. Need to use more conditioner when I wash the hair in the evenings.

No sign of the Protime technician yesterday, have no idea if they'll attempt to come by on a weekend. I'll call Monday, see where it stands.

Later. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike to buy two pints of strawberry ice cream. A fair number of people about, about a third, maybe a little more wearing masks, some abiding by the six foot distance recommendation, many not. Brought a camera, but didn't take a picture. Seemed a little too crowded given the shelter-in-place proclamation.

Some golf on television that I didn't really watch, but spent quite a bit more time on the tablet than I've done in these last several days, the measurement being how much of the battery charge is reduced, ending this day with the charge remaining in the high forty percent range. It was ninety percent yesterday, if that says anything.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Fail Safe on PBS television at eight, a black and white movie made in 1964 that I'd not seen before. The planes with the nuclear bombs are sent in error to attack Russia, a Doctor Strangelove theme (also released in 1964), but without a music track. I remember going to the theater to watch Dr. Strangelove when it was released while in school in Seattle, don't recall Fail Safe released in the same year. Dr. Strangelove was a big deal, but again, Fail Safe, at least for me, wasn't on the radar. I made it through maybe ten minutes of it before bailing.

And that was the evening, turning the lights out much too early again. Boredom, perhaps, nothing I wanted to listen to on the radio. Then again, maybe just tired.