Saturday Lights out before ten to awaken then at six after what I'm guessing was a pretty good night's rest, up to walk to breakfast under clear skies, arriving at the restaurant at about the usual time, enter the dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again for no particular reason, finishing up around nine to then set out for home, taking pictures of whatever seemed to appeal.

On to wonder what the one bedroom apartment was renting for in these pandemic scrambled days, on home to take the selfie in the lobby before settling in at the computer and start here, finishing up with this at eleven. A basketball game on television today, which I'll skip, but the Super Bowl tomorrow, which I won't. Skip.

Later. Cut and paste one afternoon to the next, weekday or weekend, and, with minor adjustments, you've gotten how this day has gone. The adjustments? It's been sunny out there all day with a record high of sixty-nine degrees, the weather people are saying, with more than normal temperatures to come.

Evening. Watched some of Arthur, the PBS Saturday Night Movie, that started at eight and I lasted not more than five or ten minutes. More like five. To bed and the tablet managing to stay awake and watching nothing all that compelling until after eleven to turn the lights out and end up watching the bedroom clock reach midnight.