Sunday. A miserable time getting to sleep after finishing reading Raylan after midnight last night. Not the best move on my part, but that's the way it went. Awake at six-thirty, at least the body remembered the desired time, tired or not, and then up feeling reasonably clear headed, but also (finally) remembering it was Easter Sunday and the morning restaurant would probably be opening an hour later today. Still, it's six-thirty, we can stretch it out.

And stretch it we did, but not by all that much. Drove to breakfast after seven to find it open, looking as if it had been open for some time, although they did start to take orders half an hour later than their norm.

Why would you even bother to mention that?

To show, perhaps, the brain is indeed numbed by too little sleep and so proving it by babbling along without any thought to go back and rewrite.

A picture of a new pandorea flower as well as an old one as I was heading out the restaurant. Don't yet seem tired after the long night, but I'm not betting it will hold. Yesterday's entry was and still is a mess after an edit, but that, at least, holds true to form.

Later. A long nap that contained maybe an actual uninterrupted hour of sleep. That lights out at midnight has determined the morning and the afternoon. A brief walk over by the lake thinking I might pick up a chicken sandwich at the usual place, but they were only taking orders through their service window and I didn't feel like waiting outside so back home to cap the afternoon.

Evening. Again remembered (at the last minute) there was an Elementary at six tonight, watched the thing knowing I'd seen it before, but again had no idea what was going to happen until it did. And that's it for the evening. Spent some time on the tablet before lights out at nine. Won't have any trouble sleeping tonight.

You sure?

Wouldn't surprise me either way, but we'll know soon enough in the morning.