Friday. Awoke at five-fifteen. Way too early and so dawdled along listening to the radio and thinking about walking instead of driving on a sunny, going to be up into the mid-seventies morning. Up finally to set out in a long sleeved shirt without a sweater for the first time this year and drive to breakfast, arriving at the restaurant and enter the closed off dining room, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers, leaving any thoughts of walking by the wayside. Somehow we are not surprised.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time, finishing up at a quarter after nine to get up (a little wobbly at first) to walk to the car and drive home to take the selfie and settle in at the computer, the head and yesterday's journal entry both pretty much empty, posting what I had before heading to bed and attempting a nap.

Later. A high of eighty-one degrees under blue skies and yet no thought to go outside. At least the late morning, early afternoon, tiredness seems to have mellowed for the better.

This tiredness business collided with reading a news article on COVID-19 that described one of the early symptoms being a decrease in the uptake of oxygen in the blood, resulting in an increase in the number of breaths you take per minute. For some reason I was paranoid enough to spend an hour or so on and off counting them this afternoon. Hard to count your breaths per minute if you're thinking about it. Am I speeding up or slowing down because I'm influenced by the counting? Paranoia, in other words, most of it gone by evening, except now the blood pressure seems to be running low. Lower. Paranoia on a Friday, in other words.

Evening. Watched Inspector Morse at eight, having watched last week's episode where Morse solves the case while in the hospital with heart problems, this episode continuing from there and ending up with Morse dying at the very end of a heart attack, still getting his man (and woman) before saying goodbye. I'd not seen any of these later episodes in the past (bitching about them as I do), but an interesting and surprising way to end a series, continuing then with the Sgt. Lewis character taking over in the follow-on series as Chief Inspector. OK, to bed before ten. It's been a long day. We need our sleep tonight.