Tuesday. Awoke at six-ten. Which is good. Up to see it was raining and so drove to breakfast, arriving at five minutes to seven to find the restaurant open and ready. Also good.

Ordered the single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for no particular reason other than it appealed, finishing up by eight forty-five and heading out the door for home. They're saying rain for the next three days and so I suspect I'll be driving for the while.

Later. Definitely raining and so watched the Brexit debate live on Reuters before heading to the bedroom to watch another episode of a BBC detective series on the tablet. No way we'll be going outside and so went through the Saturday RedForEd photographs again, processing enough to scrape (and I do mean scrape) out a web section. I'll continue with them tomorrow.

Evening. Watched another Swedish catch the bad guys thing at six and tried watching a French Agatha Christie detective program that followed it at seven, but found its attempts at humor depressing. I'm finding humor doesn't age well or travel well, at least for me, and so to bed and the tablet to finish out the evening in the usual fashion.