Sunday. To sleep pretty much right after ten to then awaken at five-thirty, pretty much wide awake after about ten minutes and so listened to the radio until seven twenty-five before getting up and driving first to the Lakeshore ATM across from the Wells Fargo building with its first floor windows all boarded up (lots of store windows boarded up all over the city it seems, endangered by protest crowds or not) and then on to the restaurant on a bright sunny morning. A good start to a Sunday or any other day I'd say.

Arrived to enter the blocked off dining area again, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers, ordering the two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up at nine-thirty. OK, so far, so good, to the car and straight home to take the selfie in the lobby before heading up to the apartment to look at what miserable stuff I'd written (or not written and needed writing) for yesterday's entry and do what I was able to at least try to make it comprehensible.

Feel reasonably clear headed, but there are various degrees of clear headed, I guess, and seeing something is ill written does not necessarily mean you're up to a level that allows you to clean up the writing. Or something like that. A more ambitious person might make changes in his day and attempt more, but I guess I'm not that person.

Later. Feeling good, watched some golf on television before setting on out up the street to take a series of pictures of the apartment house/condominium construction site and return to snap a picture of my apartment house. Hadn't noticed they'd covered the scaffolding with cloth since I'd last observed it.

Some honking of cars and shouting in the distance, the thought was a demonstration marching around the lake, some thought to at least walk down to the base of the hill to take a look to see what was going on. The demonstration would have passed on by, but I'd at least see what the lake looked like these days. Didn't move an inch. Not surprise.

Evening. Watched an Elementary I haven't seen before or, if I have, I didn't remember at any point having seen it. Enjoyed it well enough, no complaints, but the reruns I have seen before, even though I don't remember much about the story line or how they ended, have pretty much lost my interest. I'm burned out having watched so many. Just saying.

And burning out repeating yourself yet again.

Certainly not.

To bed early not long after eight, probably not the best move if I don't want to awaken way too early.