Sunday. Awoke briefly at four-thirty, then again at six to turn on the radio and listen to Counterspin followed by TUC Radio that ended at seven to then get up at seven twenty-five and drive to the Lakeshore ATM again under overcast skies, the ATM dispensing twenties this time. Good, we'll walk instead of drive tomorrow. Over the hill to the restaurant to arrive at ten minutes to eight and enter the closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

They're planning on opening the sidewalk tables to customers starting this coming Friday, as the ban has been lifted, and I'm wondering how that might work out for my mornings. How many people sitting how close together sharing the air? Will there be a line of people waiting for a table and will I therefor be taking one up for too long in order to read the papers?

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee this time, finishing up at nine-thirty to walk to the car, take a picture of the flowering plant as I passed and driving straight home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in here to complete yesterday's entry (just required the evening section, this time), post the thing and start here. Not all that many photographs to process when I drive, kind of nice to finish a little earlier.

Later. Watched the golf tournament for most of the first half of the afternoon, getting out briefly to see if they'd been doing any work on the apartment house/condominium construction going on just up my street and took the usual series of three photographs. Doesn't look like they've been up to much although the vegetation has been exploding.

Back to the apartment for an hour before thinking yes, I'd like to at least look at the lake, see if there might be an interest in walking over and taking a couple of pictures, got as far as halfway down the hill to take a look from between two buildings and take a couple of pictures. Crowded, most people not wearing masks, no reason I could think of to join them and so back to the apartment.

Evening. Nothing on television, not much on the tablet and so another evening of getting to bed before nine. Sunday nights don't have anything on the radio I wanted to listen to and so lights out by ten, we'll turn the brain back on again in the morning.