Sunday. Lights out well before ten, for a change, to then awaken at five-thirty, get up and take a leak. Back to bed to half listen to the radio until it was time to get up at seven-thirty, check the weather (it had been raining earlier, but now the sun was out) and drive to breakfast, arriving at ten minutes to seven.
Into the blocked off dining room to settle in with the papers, some of the coronavirus stories on the news earlier this morning making me half wonder what in the hell I was doing sitting down to have breakfast, empty dining room or not.
Had the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up after nine to walk to the car, drive home and take the selfie in the lobby. Nice day, not many people on the sidewalks as I was passing, finished yesterday's entry and started on this. Seems OK, this day, but we'll know what's ahead soon enough.
Later. A walk finally just to say I'd finally gotten outside heading on over to the lake to find just as many people there on the lawn as there'd been yesterday. Not many birds, a close up shot of a Mallard and of a flowering branch. All the trees were in full bloom. Very nice. But enough and so back to the apartment.
A call from the fellow who came by last month to take the Protime blood thinner test to make an appointment for him to come by tomorrow between noon and one. Costs as much as the groceries I'd had delivered including the cost of the groceries themselves. No complaints, given what others are going through right now, just one of this current life's little surprises.
Evening. Watched a Death In Paradise I haven't seen before. They're all pretty much the same, but interesting enough. Mostly. Followed it by watching a Miss Marple, the first episode of two. Seems somebody's been murdered, but I'll have to wait for next Sunday's concluding episode to learn who.