Friday. Lights out last night by nine-thirty to awaken at ten minutes to six and listen to the five minute KPFA News and then some of Democracy Now! at six, but then drifted off and not really awakening for good until just before seven. Fine, go through the get up and get ready routine, the morning sunny again and so out the door to walk to breakfast, again in a mask, arriving before eight to find it open and so settled down alone with the papers in the dining area after turning on the lights.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee this time, finishing up at nine forty-five to set out for home. Felt reasonably whole, as whole (or however) we feel anymore, taking again the usual series of flower pictures, paying a little better attention to exposure, adjusting with each flower as we traveled along. A picture of the restaurant window by the fitness club, you'd usually see tables set out in front of it on the sidewalk with twenty or so people having breakfast in pre-cronovirus days. Home to remove the mask and take the selfie. Gets a little humid in the mask from moisture in the breath.

The usual post yesterday's entry routine first thing in through the door before getting into processing the pictures and starting here. Maybe walk over to the 7-11 look-alike later in search of milk and maybe ice cream.

Later. A long afternoon or so it's seemed. Skipped watching the news for the tablet, starting a three episode each one an hour long Britbox series where I got to the end of the second episode before realizing I'd seen it before. Remembered a couple of scenes after that point, but no clue otherwise as to how ends. I'm assuming I saw it years ago, either on Netflix or maybe Amazon, possibly on PBS television, but odd to think I'd forgotten it so thoroughly. My, my. Chalk up another one.

One rather pleasant surprise, however. The apartment house manager came by to say the owner of the building was knocking twenty-five percent off the next two month's rent and wouldn't be asking for a rent increase this coming year. He didn't have to do that.

Evening. Stayed up long enough to watch almost an hour of Inspector Morse, a record of some sort for me, before turning it off thinking it was time for bed, I was tired, who cares how it turns out and so lights out at nine-thirty and, one might hope, to sleep.