Sunday. Lights out at ten to awaken then at just before six and listen to CounterSpin followed by TUC Radio before getting up at the usual time and driving to breakfast under cloudy skies, arriving to settle in at my usual spot inside and start on the papers. Three Sunday papers are too much to read over breakfast like this, but having this problem one day out of seven isn't so bad.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee to celebrate coming in under my one fifty-five pound limit on the scale this morning, finishing up by nine and heading for the car to drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby, settle in at the computer and finish yesterday's entry, bitching about not accomplishing more of it yesterday. I bitch about this every morning. Posted the entry, processed the morning pictures and finished right here by just after eleven, the head relatively clear, the attitude good.

Later. Watched the entire last leg of the PGA Travelers Championship that ended in a tie and a eight hole playoff to decide the winner. It started at noon and ran until after five. Enjoyed it. Surprised myself.

Evening. Watched an Antonio Banderas movie I realized I'd seen before, at least I thought I recognized some of the scenes. A totally unbelievable story and waste of time. But I watched it through. To bed at eight-thirty, nothing else to keep me up.