Saturday. Another to sleep after ten evening to awaken at ten minutes to six and go through the usual routine, getting up after seven to drive to the Lakeshore ATM and then over the hill to park by the 7-11 store, walk to the restaurant and settle in at my table inside the dining room to start on the papers, no other diners arriving before I'd finished.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee thinking of that pint of ice cream I'd eaten yesterday along with the bean dip and chips. Didn't show up on the scale this morning, but it will if you're not careful. I say confidently. Finished up just after nine to walk to the car and drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle in here at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post and start with this. Not many pictures to process when I drive, probably why I do it more often than I should.

Later. Watched the Masters starting at noon, stopped when they called it because of rain and for some reason thought it was over for the day, discovering they'd started again after a seventy-seven minute break when I dialed in again not long before five to find the last group was finishing up on the 18th hole and Hideki Matsuyama had come from out of nowhere and was now four strokes in the lead.

I did at least take a look at the lake from halfway down my hill. Too many people to want to join them with or without a camera and so returned to the apartment, sat down, finished and filed my 2020 taxes online. Yesterday I said I was going to do that and, with nothing on television or the tablet I wanted to watch, it seems I actually followed through.

Evening. To bed after nine after half watching Bull on television at eight, lights out by ten, to sleep soon after.