Tuesday. To sleep around eleven to awaken again at five-thirty. I guess I'm stuck with this five-thirty business. Still a bright sun on a cool morning, a decent walk to the restaurant, settling in at the usual table in the back with the papers, four policemen showing up to have breakfast at my old table some dozen feet away. Makes me a little nervous even though the distances are in place, being inside and breathing the same air and all that.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up after nine to walk home under clear skies, a bright sun and with a decent temperature. They're saying into the mid-seventies later, the cooler temperature due to an ocean wind. No complaints, believe me.

The usual series of flower pictures only screwing up one or two, a shot of a bicyclist between two construction workers at the 580 Overpass light, another of a vendor who's been setting up by the lake at that location now for some weeks, I assume trying to survive under this shelter-in-place business. On to take the selfie and settle in here with yesterday's entry, process this morning's pictures and then starting with this.

Later. Another tablet, news, more tablet afternoon.

Evening. Watched another episode of Last Tango In Halifax. I think I missed the last episode or two, either that or I watched just pieces of them, so the various “problems” each and every character was in the middle of have all been resolved or at least put behind them, as they've been doing throughout all of its episodes. New episodes just give them a chance to introduce new ones: cheating on your wife and fathering a child in this case.

Bailed on watching the last ten minutes of Last Tango, to bed and lights out by ten, to sleep before eleven hearing one or two bursts of fireworks in the far distance.