Sunday. To sleep again after ten to awaken briefly (again) at five and awaken for good after six to get up and set out driving to the Lakeshore ATM before heading over the hill to the restaurant, the sky clear, the sun bright and so settled in at my usual table on the patio, the first to arrive.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight the lowest it's been in a while on the scale this morning, all the patio tables taken by the time I finished up and set out for the car to drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and then settle in at the computer to scribble here.

Later. Watched most of the last round of the RBG Heritage golf tournament and then stuck my head out the door with a camera in the backpack and walked halfway down my hill to see what was happening over at the lake. A dense crowd. Took a picture and walked right back to the apartment. Nice day, sunny, into the seventies (it turned out I was too warmly dressed), but no way I wanted to head on farther. Life's like that.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed by nine, having spent most of the late afternoon and early evening on the tablet. Lights out again before ten, tired enough to be confident we'd soon be asleep.