Saturday. To bed at seven-thirty, to sleep sometime after eight and awaken at six twenty-five which should mean a good night's rest. Running late and feeling a little light headed getting up, but that's not unusual, the head is usually together once I'm headed out the door or to the car.

Raining, feeling better by now, and so off to the restaurant to feed the meter and enter the dark restaurant through the dining area door, turning on the lights and settling in with the papers. The waitresses arriving later than usual, something about passing by an accident on the highway coming in, but otherwise a decent start.

Finished up by eight-thirty to take a picture on the way to the car, a somewhat off the wall selfie when I got to the apartment, still raining, the day ahead. Let's see if we get anything done.

Later. Not particularly tired, although the sinus-upper palate has been acting up, and so another pain med in the later morning, another again in the early afternoon. Not sure what that's about, but it seems to get testy now and again, somewhat more now lately, than again.

Watched a series on the tablet until it was after noon and then turned to television and the Honda Classic PGA tournament. I have no idea why I find it entertaining enough to watch as many of these as I've been watching, but I do. No interest in playing the game after trying a few rounds in high school, but again, interesting to watch, interesting to see how many variables are involved.

Evening. And that's been the day. No photographs processed, not overly tired, just hanging around watching golfers and people doing silly things in the tablet world. Success of a kind, I guess.