Monday. Asleep by eleven, but awakening at five-thirty, wide awake, no way to get back to sleep and awaken with the alarm. Pretty much the norm. Up to walk to breakfast for the first time since the shutdown. Arrived to enter the closed off dining room, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, still watching the calories, finishing up and walking back home, checking out the flowers as I passed. There were a lot more of them below the Lakeview school and so added more pictures. People walking near the lake, a single Gruv scooter on the sidewalk, home to take the selfie and settle in with yesterday's entry.

Later. This marks more than a month since I stopped taking the pain meds that I've been taking now for a decade and haven't had a time since I stopped when I thought the sinus-upper palate was any worse than it was when I was on them. Which is good that's true, but bad I hadn't done it sooner. Was also wondering how long it's been since I've had any alcohol. Six months? A year? Time seems to go by very quickly when you're not paying attention and your every day is much like the last. I want to say a year, but it could be longer or it could be shorter. Doesn't matter. Been a while.

Evening. Monday nights. Nothing on TV (that I'm able to get with an antenna) other than Father Brown and although I'm fine with the character and actor, I find the story lines too cute and all the never ending fussing about drives me up the wall. This evening was particularly bad, although I understand the series is quite popular.

Then just don't watch the damned thing. There's plenty of stuff on the tablet, Netflix and the like, that's certainly no worse.

And I've somehow managed to find more than enough of them to burn out on during the day and look for something else in the evenings.

Maybe skip adding an evening section to this thing.