Monday. To sleep soon enough to awaken then at six-fifteen, a decent night's sleep I'd have to say. Hope, anyway. Up to walk to breakfast under heavily overcast skies, the weather people saying a sixty-one degree high later when the clouds clear, so the temperature was cool to say the least when I arrived. Both the patio and the indoor dining area were empty, but settled down inside this time. Turned out in the sense that no one else arrived to sit inside while I was there having breakfast.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because I couldn't think of anything else, finishing up by nine to set out for home, only one diner out on the patio as I was leaving. Hope the restaurant does more business later. They usually do, from what I'm hearing. The usual pictures of flowers as we always do, the lower light under the clouds giving better balance to the pictures, although some of them were overly dark and not as sharp as I'd have liked.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in as always at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, writing I'd watched some basketball yesterday afternoon when I later suspected I was thinking of what I'd done the day before on Saturday. A pitfall in not writing out your afternoon adventures that afternoon when the memory isn't a factor.

Later. Overcast all day, watched a couple of things on the tablet as well as the usual news programs. A brief walk over to the lake for the first time in forever, had the small camera with me, but didn't take a picture. Go figure.

Evening. Watched the first half of the Baylor-Gonzaga game, Baylor scoring some unanswered fifteen to twenty points right at the start. Seems to have held it at that, Gonzaga holding their own, but Baylor winning by sixteen points at the final.

To bed early again, before nine, lights out by ten, my lights out not all that long thereafter.