Thursday Another to sleep not long after ten to awaken then at close to six night which seems to be enough to get me up and out the door an hour or so later after seven to walk to breakfast under clear skies and arrive at the morning restaurant at the usual time, enter the dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. All in one sentence.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up at nine to walk home under a now bright sun taking the usual photographs of the string of flowers that are still holding out in their sidewalk planters. Pandemics definitely mess with their watering and maintenance.

Home to take the selfie, post yesterday's entry, process the morning pictures and then pretty much crash and stop writing with the paragraph above. I did get the desk area cleaned up, tossing old junk mail, paying a bill or two, which is good, but that was it for the afternoon, the rest of it spent pretty much on the tablet or attempting a nap, tired but without being able to sleep. A slow day, in other words, not getting back to finish this until Saturday morning, two days from now.

You did start the hand held bar bell exercises. It's been months since you've done them.

I did, but let's not talk about it until we've been “getting them in” for at least a week or so.

Evening. Watched the first half hour of Vera at eight, one, of course, I'd seen before and didn't remember who'd done the deed, but opted for bed instead. Vera will undoubtedly figure it out and put the killer(s) in jail.