Sunday. To sleep soon enough, but awoke around five to lie on my back half awake and allow the aching chest to ease off, awakening for real at six-twenty finally to get up and set out at the usual time to first drive to the Lakeshore ATM before heading on to breakfast, arriving to settle in at my outside table and start on the papers. A little cool as well as overcast this morning, should have worn a warmer coat.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight holding well on the scale this morning, finishing up at a quarter after nine to walk to the car, take the flower pictures and arrive home to take the selfie in the lobby, settle in at computer, finish yesterday's entry and then start here.

They're saying a sunny afternoon later with a seventy-five degree high. Not sure what the lake looked like yesterday, but there was loud recorded music coming up from the pergola area last night until well after dark, I suspect there may be too many people again today.

But not you.

Doodle-dee-do.

Later. Tired and so lied down for an hour, up finally to watch the end of the golf tournament on television, ending the afternoon watching an Elementary episode I'd seen before at five. Maybe that answers the question: Is there life after breakfast?

Evening. Finished the first season of The Big Dogs on the tablet. Weird, felt like I was watching three different movies with their scenes all mixed together into one container, none of it really tied together. I'll not be watching if there's a season two.

Started an episode of Endeavor at nine and, for some reason, found I'd settled in and watched it straight through. Have religiously skipped this one in the past as it ends at ten-thirty, but the young Morse is easier to take than the elder version and so I've allowed more than one Endeavor over the years to slip through.