Sunday. Awoke briefly at five-thirty and then again at six to listen to the radio for an hour before getting up and setting out to drive to breakfast on another somewhat cool and overcast morning, arriving at the usual time to enter the closed off dining room area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. Sound familiar?

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up well after nine to set out for the car, snap a picture of that potted plant on the restaurant outdoor seating area railing and then drive straight home to take the selfie in the lobby and think about taking the elevator to the apartment.

Read a coronavirus article in the paper on taking an elevator with others and how long the virus might linger in the air after it's emptied. Took the elevator to the apartment and settled in to finish yesterday's entry and begin here.

Later. Watched the golf tournament for a couple of hours before setting out for the lake of only to get myself out the door and at least breathe some outside air, heading down along the shore to the white column pergola and then back along the same route, the sidewalk up above lined with food vendors surrounded by many too many people in a coronavirus world, arriving back to immediately lie down. More tired than I'd have expected from the shortness of the walk, hope walking to breakfast tomorrow doesn't have a similar result.

Evening. Sunday nights are hopeless for television and so to bed early around eight to watch this and that on the tablet leading to lights out after ten to end another cookie cutter day here in Oakland.