Sunday. OK, to sleep a little later than it's been these last several nights to then awaken early at five-thirty. Short enough to call a bad night's rest? Maybe no, maybe yes. Anyway, up to drive to the Lakeshore ATM and then over the hill to the restaurant, parking in front and settling in at the usual table out on the patio to start on the papers reflecting the bright now rising above the rooftops across the street sun.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, no imagination involved, finishing up after nine to take the usual pictures (when driving), get in the car and drive straight home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in here at the computer, finishing up at this point by eleven.

Received an email sent by the Nextdoor app with an entry by a local resident reporting two street thefts made by armed men in a stolen car who pulled over at different times and locations nearby and robbed two women of their purses and smart phones earlier this week around noon. Just over the way around noon. I've got to stop reading these local Nextdoor posts or I'll never get out the door again.

Later. More time on the tablet, the day nice with music and crowd noises coming up from the lake. No thought to check any of it out, of course.

Evening. Nothing to watch on television. I'd looked in on a couple of basketball games throughout the day, but watching basketball is another thing I'm no longer interested in, although I recall listening fairly often to games on radio back in the eighties. I remember wondering at the time why. Was the announcer simply that good in hooking people's attention? Ah, well. To bed not long after eight, lights out by ten. We're due now for a decent night's sleep, I do believe, none of this noting the bedroom clock as it turned midnight.