Tuesday. To sleep at about the right time after ten to awaken then at five forty-five, which now seems to be the norm. Half listened to Democracy Now! for its hour before getting up and heading out to drive under sunny skies to the Lakeshore ATM and then back over the hill to the morning restaurant to park, enter the closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. We'll walk tomorrow, needed to go by the ATM to pay for the next series of meals.

You couldn't just use a card? They recommend it during this pandemic as paper money can harbor the virus.

I've asked myself that question.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, this time, finishing up not long after nine to drive home, take the selfie, do the usual bitching over yesterday's entry and then posting. I'm wondering of this journal business has become an exercise in doing an empty ever repeating journal. Then again, if it keeps me engaged and amused, what's the issue?

Later. More time than usual on the tablet with breaks to half listen to the various news programs on television (am I now avoiding coronavirus reporting in the same way I'm avoiding Trump news coverage?). Nice day, the temperature in the seventies, no rain in sight through the coming ten days.

Evening. I've been watching Last Tango In Halifax since it started two weeks ago on PBS and finding it difficult again to make out the dialogue. The accents, yes, but I'm also suspecting my ears are part of the problem. Just a bit, it only shows up where there are other factors present such as the accents, but something to keep an eye on. Not that I'm going to have them checked this other crap going on.

To bed after nine, lights out at ten.