Friday. Not a bad day yesterday, watched a bunch of stuff on the tablet, tired, didn't do crap with the journal, but otherwise the mood was good. To bed by nine, lights out at ten to awaken at five-thirty, earlier than usual, but not by all that much, and so going through the get up in the morning routine to set out walking to breakfast under overcast skies, the weather people saying into the high sixties today and tomorrow.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee just because, finishing up well after nine again to walk over to the gas station across the street to document the four cent increase in the price of regular before returning and heading home taking the usual series of pictures. The veterinarian's office almost always has people waiting to enter with their pets (standing six feet apart) and I've been wondering if they are larger or smaller than the usual crowds arriving before the pandemic.

And so on, taking more pictures, what I've been calling the abandoned car parked below the Lakeview school now containing a sleeping bag bunched up on the front seat, making me think it's not abandoned. Is somebody sleeping in the back? But enough. Another photograph of the scooters by the lake, a selfie in the lobby, the hair now totally out of control, up to mess with yesterday's non-entry and start here. Finished now an hour into the afternoon.

Later. More time on the tablet without a thought of heading outside, the decision more psychological than any real reason not to at least look at the lake to see if people were about. I'd been hearing amplified voices and the shouting of a crowd coming from what I was guessing was the white column pergola area and, on two separate occasions, started putting on shoes and packing up a camera, only to stop and go back to the tablet, opportunities for photographs and fresh air or not. But nothing new in doing this I'm afraid.

Evening. Watched the first ten minutes of Inspector Morse until the break and the public television people went into their usual raising money routine, figuring that was too much grief and so to bed by nine to the sound of people still cheering in the distance, it lasting until after nine. Maybe something about it in the papers tomorrow?