Monday. To sleep early enough to awaken at six-fifteen, after what I'm guessing was a good night's sleep. Not raining, it had stopped around nine last night, and so off to walk to breakfast, cold with a breeze, much better without. Arrived by seven, the restaurant open, the day ahead.
The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the owner kind enough to not charge me for breakfast this morning, something she does now and again. Good. Read the papers and finished up by eight-thirty to head out the door, take the gas station picture, but noticing (for a change) the drop in prices this time and so crossed the street to take a picture for the link up above.
All the pandorea blossoms were gone, taken by the rain or trimmed by someone, best it have been by the rain, and so off without a picture to take the usual series just because. No scooters by the entrance to the Lakeview school, so I'm guessing that whatever kind of school it has now become, it doesn't stay in session in parallel with the others. A little effort and I could probably find out.
Two more photographs walking home to arrive well before seven, overcast, of course, and they're saying more rain, but later, starting late tomorrow night. Let's hope.
Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway and then, catching it with ten seconds to spare, a bus home from the stop just across Broadway from the bank. Thirty minutes round trip. No real walking involved, no pictures at the construction sites, but home, tired, and so lied down and ended up sleeping for over an hour. I guess we got less sleep than we thought last night.
Evening. Watched another English subtitled Swedish mystery at six, one from a series I haven't seen before, a Foyle's War that started at eight that I had seen before and didn't need to see again and so to bed well before nine. And that's been about it.