Monday. Awoke at five-thirty. Not so bad, I've awakened often enough in the past at five-thirty in good fettle, although better to do so at ten minutes to six. Up and out the door on a new hour earlier dark morning under a full moon, arriving at the restaurant before seven to find it open and the usual people inside and so settled in at my table and started on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, mostly because I couldn't think of anything else I wanted, finishing up early before eight-thirty. There were more diners that showed up this morning, the “regulars” and one or two others, so I'm not sure if there were fewer due to the coronavirus or the phase of the moon, but again, just observing. No way not to at least think about it these days.

Out the door before eight-thirty to take a couple of pictures of flowers I've photographed before, of a bicycle rider at the Grand Lake theater traffic light, of a “should have dialed down the exposure even further” flower below the Lakeview school and more bicycle riders across the street this time at the 580 Overpass light. A good walk under a bright sun, home to take the selfie and settle in at the computer and wrap up yesterday's entry before posting. Nice day outside, bright sun, but not overly warm, the week ahead.

Later. Didn't do squat this afternoon, not that that's any different than other afternoons these last few years. Still, watched some hokey stuff on the tablet, listened to the many news programs describe the various government coronavirus actions being taken around the world and the plunging stock market. Washed the hands more often and with better timing than I have in the past, sitting here isolated inside or not. The world is keeping us on our toes.

Evening. The new driver's license showed up in the mail this afternoon. They'd told me it wouldn't arrive until the middle of next month and so a bit surprised, it arriving the day after the old one had expired. Nothing on television, too much tablet, to bed not long after eight to listen to the BBC News again, but bailing before nine-thirty hoping to get to sleep, finally adjust to the hour's loss in time.