Monday. Awoke with the alarm after getting to sleep at a decent hour last night and so I'd say a better than usual night's sleep. Up to set out for breakfast on a cool morning, cool for summer anyway, to arrive at the restaurant at five minutes before seven to find it open with customers inside. Not many, but there never are this early and so settled in with the papers.

Had the two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the owner comping me on the meal this morning as she does twice a month for being a good customer. Always a pleasant surprise. Finished up at eight-thirty or so and walked back under a bright sun to take (what else?) the usual pictures, finding a work crew at the construction site above the sidewalk at the bottom of my hill. Looks like they're going to finish the sidewalk as there was a cement mixer parked and ready in the lot next door.

Home to take a selfie, finish and post yesterday's entry and think about what to do for the rest of the day. The head seems clear, maybe a trip downtown for lunch? How long since I've done that?

Are you really thinking about that?

Well, maybe I'm thinking about thinking about it. Maybe just lie down for a bit and bring it up later.

Later. A nap and then the tablet for longer than I care to mention. Eighty degrees outside.

Evening. Watched the Norwegian Varg Veum – Writing on the Wall episode at six, half the time fretting over why I continued to watch this thing. Unusual episode. Yes, Veum manages to get conked on the head two or three times as usual, not to mention managing to shoot himself in the head, but interestingly, it turns out he feels guilt over a less than a sterling history that's revealed in this one. Not sure why I bother with this. Needs more attention to make it clear than I'm willing to spend finishing this first thing the next morning.

To bed after eight, the temperature now decent enough to sleep with the bedroom windows and balcony door having been open now for the last two hours.