Tuesday. Awoke at six-fifteen and so listened to Democracy Now! until seven before even thinking about getting up and driving to breakfast on another overcast morning, setting out a little early at twenty minutes to eight and arriving to enter the closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast because why not, finishing up after nine to take a picture of the gas prices sign at the Mobile station, as the prices had increased yesterday and I hadn't noticed until I got home and looked at the picture behind the link above to the left. Back to the car and home, taking the selfie (of course) and then settling in here at the computer to make a mess of this.

The usual coronavirus news in the papers, the occasional realization all this wearing of masks, avoiding contacts with others and such is real and maybe I shouldn't be doing my morning breakfast thing. I've otherwise been good about staying inside, ordering a bunch of masks from Amazon, getting my head around the idea we're going to be doing a whole lot more of this in the coming months. Coming months. Shit. I can sympathize with people who've upped their drinking during all this sheltering-in-place bit.

Enough. They're saying warmer weather starting today and warmer still into the mid-seventies tomorrow lasting for more than a week.

Later. Tablet, news, more tablet. Sunny outside.

Evening. Remembered I hadn't sent in my car insurance renewal check and so sat down to discover it was due today and there was no way to pay it online. OK, wrote the check, it will go out tomorrow morning, but I'd best not get into any accidents until we're well into next week. Not so much a memory glitch here, but sloth or something similar, made worse by the ever advancing years. Such is life.

Remembered seeing ads for a Prince memorial concert playing at nine on CBS and so brought it up on the iPad in bed, listening to maybe fifteen minutes of it before turning it off and switching to the BBC News on the radio. I enjoyed Purple Rain, the song and the movie (not surprising that I can't quite remember the movie's plot), but only up to a point. The performers, all quite famous, were pretty much unknown to me, at least those I saw in those first fifteen minutes. Liked what I heard, understood why they were popular. Just me. Old fogy, now drifting well out to sea.