Friday I wish I could have more of these nights when the lights go out at ten, my lights go out soon after and I awaken just before six in time to listen to the KPFA local news and then Democracy Now! after what seems to have been a good night's sleep. As I did this morning, I'm happy to report. Up to drive to breakfast in the rain, arriving somewhat early to 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, finishing up ten minutes after nine to walk to the car in a light rain to drive straight home, take the selfie in the smudged lobby mirror and settle in here at the computer to futz with yesterday's entry before posting, process the few morning pictures and start on this, finishing by ten-thirty.

Another boring cookie cutter morning.

Better boring than too exciting in the middle of a pandemic, I'm guessing.

Later. More episodes of Waking The Dead on Britbox, a series that's been holding my attention for its odd improbable story lines and putting me off by the behavior of the main character who's got anger management issues. Strange. Anyway, watched more episodes and listened to the news on the climate change related winter storms in Texas.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Inspector Morse at eight, the other series that pushes my buttons on characters with anger management issues, realized I'd seen it before (I haven't dialed into one I haven't seen and bitched about before now for years) and so bailed to go to bed to listen to the radio until close to ten before turning it off and, one hopes, going right to sleep.

Dream on, McDuff.