Saturday. To sleep before eleven, I think, although I was worrying it wasn't going well as I was trying to drop off, to awaken at six-fifteen, so maybe a decent night of rest. Up at the usual time to drive to breakfast instead of walking with no reasonable excuse for that other than I wanted to drive, arriving to park by the 7-11 store as usual, enter the restaurant indoor dining room and settle in at my table with the papers. All this news about the delta version of the COVID virus has me wondering about having breakfast inside, but I don't seem to be doing anything about it.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, the weight holding up fine on the scale this morning, finishing up just after nine to walk to the car and drive straight home to take the weird looking selfie in the lobby before settling down at the computer to marvel at the errors I didn't catch in yesterday's entry, post the thing, process the morning's pictures and start with this.

The sun came out as I was driving home and they're saying a high in the seventies later, not that that means I'll do anything other than stay inside.

Later. Watched more episodes of Chicago Med on the tablet than I care to admit to, but that's pretty much been the afternoon. Watched some of the 3M Open PGA tournament that started at noon, at least I had it going on in the background as I sat at the computer, but that's been the afternoon.

Evening. Watched the first half hour of Some Like It Hot at eight, but found it a hair too dated in its humor. Liked it immensely when I first saw it in the theater in 1959 and in the few additional times I've seen it on television, but I guess I've burned out on it and so to bed. Either that or I was tired and that dominated the evening's thinking.