Monday. Turned the radio off at nine-thirty last night and awoke at six-oh-seven. Warm, when I went to sleep, and so had the fan running at the foot of the bed until after midnight. No complaints. Up to walk to breakfast on another overcast morning, the temperature good, arriving to find the restaurant open with two or three customers inside.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast for no particular reason whatsoever, finishing the papers before eight-thirty to set out for home and take the usual set of pictures. The walk back seems to take much less time than the walk to breakfast, mostly because I'm looking for the odd picture and not thinking about getting to where I'm going. The construction above the sidewalk was well underway when I passed, the selfie in the lobby took four shots before I could get one centered and in focus. Mostly in focus.

Turned on the computer, finished off yesterday's entry and posted it to the web, the rest of the day now ahead.

Later. A walk up my street to take a picture of the apartment house construction site I haven't photographed in over a month. The visible differences are (what appear to be) the solar panels they've installed on the roof, the trash they've piled in the hollowed out center of the building and the growth of the weeds, not much else I can see in the structure itself. The solar panels I must admit were somewhat of a surprise.

A walk then to the ATM on Lakeshore and back home along the lake. A decent walk I need to do every day, I'm afraid.

Evening. Spent most of the late afternoon and evening on the tablet, skipping the PBS Newshour at three, and taking but a brief look at the now predictable Norwegian series Varg Veum well after six before bailing and heading back to bed and the tablet. Another day when I'd run out of things to say by noon, the head not willing to focus, the brain settling into its own little well padded world.