Sunday. Awoke at five forty-five again to get up and get ready to drive to breakfast, arriving at the restaurant at seven to find the restaurant dark again, but the dining area door open and so inside to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. A decent start to another day, hey.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up with the Sunday papers by nine and heading out the door to the car to drive home and take the selfie in the lobby before scraping together yesterday's entry. So far, so good. One might even say “better”, but I tend to kid myself these days. Still, go with the flow, if you think you're clear headed and better, then you're clear headed and better. We'll correct the errors I'm undoubtedly committing here writing this tomorrow in the morning as we indeed do every morning.

Later. Remembered the PGA tournament was finishing up on television and so turned it on at noon, heading out the door after about an hour to take a quick series of pictures up the way at the construction site to see how they were doing. Back for more golf. Well, on and off golf, we tend to wander away from the television set area as often as not.

Evening. I watched sections of a series on the Vietnam war on PBS, a comment I've heard many times in the past having, for some reason, more impact than it's had in the past, that the period 1968-69 was the worst for American soldiers in combat, precisely the time I was due to serve my year's tour as an Infantry lieutenant. Back then I half knew intellectually of the dangers, but otherwise had not a clue. Reality, after all, is often a whole lot different than what we think it might be.

Watching it this evening, even just bits of it, made me realize again my naivety of those years (and the many to follow), the fellow lieutenants from my group that did go to Vietnam and those of them who were wounded, how lucky I was to have been diverted to Korea just after the U.S. spy ship Pueblo and crew were captured by the North Koreans. Haven't thought about that in a while, the luck in our lives not really remembered, not really forgotten.

Ah, well. Not a bad day and so to bed by eight, lights out by nine-thirty, to sleep thinking naivety certainly couldn't still be around.