Monday. Awoke early not all that long after five, getting up finally at six to get ready to walk to breakfast, the morning not so cold on not quite wet streets after some rain last night. Arrived just before seven to find the restaurant open and people inside and so settled in with the papers as ready as I ever am for the start of another week.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, pancakes, fruit cup and coffee this time, finishing up not long after eight-thirty to set out for home, another picture of one of the flowers in the two planters along the way, of street construction again underway at the Grand Lake theater traffic light and a bicycle rider waiting on the 580 Overpass light, the head a little fuzzy, but otherwise feeling OK. A somewhat different selfie in the apartment house lobby and up to settle in with yesterday's entry to add some thoughts on a chapter from way back.

Later. Continued watching another series on the tablet just odd enough to keep me going, but now wearing me out with a story line that just doesn't work, people (odd or not) and situations that don't make sense. Still, this one burned up a good three hours this afternoon and so I didn't stick my head out the door, even for a minute.

Not that this hasn't happened in the past. The far, middle and near past.

Evening. To bed early again. Got up and tried watching the Father Brown episode that started at eight, turned out to be one I hadn't seen before, but bailed after five minutes. Can't handle many of the clichéd characters that surround the good Father anymore. I say that having watched the damned thing when I was younger without apparent damage. Maybe don't want to think about that in any great detail and uncover more self knowledge than I want to handle.

As in finding more current and past naivety than you care to display?