Saturday. Lights out at a decent hour to awaken then at six-ten or maybe six-twenty to get up and head out walking to breakfast on an overcast, but not particularly cold morning. Set out late enough to arrive just after the restaurant had been opened and so sat down, ordered the avocado with cheese omelet, country potatoes and coffee.

Remembered to set out after replacing the new lens I'd bought (at a great discount) for the V 1 camera with an earlier lens that didn't have a motorized zoom to see if that helped solve some of the image sharpness problems. It did, at least in this overcast light. We'll test it again starting Monday.

Read the papers, most of the stories I was already familiar with, and then headed home after crossing the street to get the link picture above of the gas station sign showing yesterday's increase in prices.

So far, so good. A Saturday, the farmers market setting up across from the theater. Walking home I followed for a short time the fellow on the left in this picture. I've seen him before, walking erratically and shouting at the world, so far seemingly harmless, but putting your defenses on edge just in case. No big deal, but another introduction to the street where some have problems they're dealing with that are greater than focusing a camera.

Have no idea what the day may bring, other than folding those socks I managed to put off doing yesterday.

Later. Folded the socks while watching the U.S. Open on into the early afternoon when I decided to head to the lake for a quick look-see. More an effort to get outside before I made up any more reasons to stay inside than any idea of what I'd do when I got there.

Nothing going on, no dancers or drummers, but plenty of people about. Took but one picture at the white column pergola, not a butterfly or insect in sight around the flowers. Always makes me stop when I realize the dearth of insects these days when compared to the number I remember from fifty years back. A marked difference due evidently to pesticides and climate change, a little thing, you'd think, but with wider less wonderful ramifications. But again I ramble.

Evening. Didn't quite follow the golf tournament until this day's round was finished, but went to lie down on the bed and continue with Marcella on the tablet. An odd story line, both frustrating and interesting, that seems to keep me watching.

Checked out the beginning of The Thin Man on television at eight, knew I'd seen it before, but soon decided I didn't need to see it again. I enjoyed watching it back when, but the dialogue I once considered clever hasn't aged well and so back to the tablet. Back to the tablet lasted until close to eleven. Close to eleven hasn't worked out in getting a good night's rest in the past.