Sunday. To sleep at what is now the reliably same time not all that long after ten to awaken at five-thirty and then awaken for good clear headed this time at six. Good. Listened to Counterspin and then TUC Radio that followed before getting up and setting out to drive to breakfast, arriving at the usual time to settle in at my patio table and start on the papers, ordering the single pork chop, scrambled eggs, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Not sure if I was hungry or not, but that's what I ordered.

Finished up at a quarter after nine, the sky still overcast, to drive onto Highway 580 as I'd done yesterday in preparation for the smog test tomorrow. At least I'm thinking of getting it tomorrow. Returned home after twenty minutes of driving, took the selfie and settled in with yesterday's entry before posting. Grim reading, yesterday's entry, the sound and the flow, but that too is unfortunately the norm anymore. Brain: fried any way you like it.

Later. Watched, or at least half watched, the golf tournament until three before lying down to finish the first season of the Polish detective series Signs I've been watching now over these last few days. Weird group of characters with a weird story line that really didn't end with the end of the season, so I'm assuming there's another season is in the works that will eventually lead to a resolution.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed. Still no sign of that almost sore throat, which is good. More time on the tablet, which is, well, predictable. Lights out again at ten.