Wednesday. To sleep by eleven to awaken at six-fifteen, forty-five minutes later than I have in these last few days. Good. Not sure I felt any better or worse for the extra sleep , but set out walking to breakfast under clear and sunny skies, passing by the broken window of the dry cleaner's shop near the fitness club. Just what you need as a small shop trying to survive in this coronavirus environment. On to the restaurant to arrive at the usual time, enter the closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because that's when came out of my mouth when I ordered. Finished up after nine and set out for home again under a bright sun, a little warmer than it had been yesterday morning without the light breeze. Took the usual series of flower pictures, leaving some in, leaving some out, as well as another of the woman selling what appear to be beans by the lake, the photograph an experiment in jacking up the exposure even higher to see if I couldn't get one to turn out after yesterday's effort. Maybe blame it on the camera.

A picture of the empty parking lot at the bottom of my hill, trash from the weekend parkers covering the ground, another selfie in the lobby and up to start on the usual journal routine, finishing at noon.

Later. Watched too much on the tablet, nothing new there, pretty much throughout the afternoon. Didn't attempt squat otherwise.

Evening. More tablet, finishing Hidden, a series I've been watching for a while, a police procedural uneven and a little icky. Detectives after a bad guy weirdo, the bad guy weirdo definitely over the top crazy, but different enough to keep me watching through the finish.

Got up to watch the last few minutes of Midsomer Murders thinking I might watch the Death In Paradise episode that followed, but bailed at its start after about a minute. Hadn't seen it before, but for whatever reason I was done with the day and ready for bed.