Sunday. Awoke at a quarter to six, turned on the radio down low, but then dozed off and awoke again just before seven, not having set the alarm. Again. A decent if uneven night's sleep. Up finally to take the blood pressure (seems good), have a bowl of cereal and lie down again after making the bed to start reading the papers, suddenly deciding, what the hell, to get up and drive by the morning restaurant to see if they were open for take out, arriving at a quarter after eight.

They had indeed just opened and so ordered the two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee to go. They said they were now opening at eight and were limited to three customers waiting on their orders inside at a time. Drove home taking the usual picture on the way to the car as well as one to document another twenty cent drop in gas prices that had occurred some days before. Strange days, strange times.

Later. Watched the last round of the Valspar tournament and skipped the Trump press conference. Listening to Trump's ramblings isn't good for my health. But enough of that.

My next door neighbor knocked to ask how I was doing and tell me that her daughter worked at the local Safeway. Anything her daughter could pick up for me? That came out of the blue and was very nice. No, nothing I needed at the moment, but probably later given how this whole thing is just getting started. Feel much better.

Evening. Not a bad day. Didn't really get anything done, but none of the foggy headed business. At least in comparison with prior days, most of them recent. Spent too much time on the tablet, watched something reasonably horrible on t.v., headed to bed at nine.