Wednesday. To sleep soon enough last night to awaken once at three-thirty, but then pretty quickly get back to sleep to awaken for good at six in time to listen to Democracy Now! before setting out walking to breakfast at the usual time under overcast skies on a cooler than usual morning. Would have added a sweater if I'd known. Arrived to take my usual seat in the dining room and start on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, finishing up after nine to set out for home, the sky still overcast and the temperature, now with a light breeze, feeling even colder. About half the people I passed on the sidewalk were wearing masks, but I suspect that percentage will drop significantly if the infection rate continues to drop as it's done. I suspect I'll be one of the last ones to let go if only out of habit.

Home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer, finish yesterday's entry, post the thing and start here.

You gave up early, though, as you've added this the next morning. Your brain was fried when you were writing that first paragraph.

Later. Spent the entire afternoon watching The Mire '97 on the tablet, a reasonably weird Netflix Polish police procedural series, with the usual break to get up and listen to the television news programs that start at two.

Evening. I'd seen the Midsomer Murders episode that started at eight, vaguely remembered from the first scenes who'd done the various murders and so bailed after ten minutes to go to bed and finish that Netflix series on the tablet, finishing just before ten. Which is probably why I wasn't able to get to sleep until after eleven.