Saturday Lights out by ten, to sleep reasonably soon thereafter to awaken not long after five, take a leak, go back to bed and sleep again til six. OK, sore chest from (I'm assuming) sleeping in an odd position, but up at the usual time to drive to breakfast. It did rain somewhat in the middle of the night, but driving really wasn't necessary as it indeed looked as if it was clearing up, but drive I did to arrive at the usual time, enter the dining area and settle in at the back with the papers.

The car started alright, the battery seems to still be holding a charge, but I want to hook it up and charge it this coming week so it will reliably start when I drive to get the first virus shot in what is now less than two weeks. The thought helped me to chicken out and rationalize the driving.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee watching the weight this morning, finishing up after nine to walk to the car and head straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and then settle in at the computer, not starting writing this until noon. Lied down and watched more of the Waking The Dead Britbox series instead of writing, so if the head might seem clear, the motivation isn't.

Or something like that.

Or something like that.

Later. Watched some of the PGA tournament for maybe an hour that had been delayed due to high winds and watched more crap on the tablet. Palatable crap, but crap none the less. Thought about going out to at least test the air as the sun was shining and the temperature into the sixties with sounds of music coming from the lake, but didn't. Go out. Wasn't even close to happening.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Gorillas in the Mist that started at eight, realized I'd seen it before and didn't need to see it again, so went to bed and continued with a series on the tablet. Lights out after nine, my lights out before ten.