Friday. Got to sleep fairly quickly last night to awaken at six-fifteen with the alarm, which is pretty much what we're looking for in a successful night's sleep. Good. Decided to drive to breakfast (for no good reason) and arrived before seven to find it open with another regular customer inside and so settled in with the papers.

Had the chicken-apple sausage, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up after eight-thirty, a reasonable number of customers having arrived by the time I left to drive home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle in here at the computer to finish and post yesterday's entry. Overcast out there, fairly cool with rain forecast to arrive tonight.

Later. A walk to the Lakeshore ATM and back, passing by a store window I've photographed in the past, getting home before noon to watch Trump's press conference on the coronavirus pandemic. I continue to find it painful to listen to the man, although it does remind me as to why I get upset. But enough of that.

I have an indoor TV arial I need to move about occasionally to get decent reception, one position good for some stations, another for others, something I've been doing now for years, but three days ago I lost the ability to connect to five different channels, three of which I connect to quite a bit of the time. Losing the station that carries France 24 can be gotten around by connecting to it on the web, but it's odd. What changed? Nothing I can see and I realize I really don't want to do the troubleshooting needed to straighten it out.

Maybe for the best. Cut down on all this coronavirus news before you find yourself huddled down hiding in a closet.

Evening. Stayed up long enough to watch the first fifteen minutes of Detective Morse at eight before giving up and heading for bed feeling unusually tired. Not particularly tired during the day, but tired tonight. Lights out and radio off not long after nine.