Wednesday. To bed and to sleep early to awaken at four, get up, take a leak and go back to sleep, awakening finally at a quarter after six to listen to Democracy Now! and the news program that followed until seven-thirty when I got up on an overcast morning and set out walking to breakfast, none of this chicken-shirt driving at least for today.
Passed by what is obviously now an abandoned car on the way, arriving at ten minutes to six (well, maybe eight minutes to six), entered the closed off dining area and turned on the lights before settling in with the papers.
The beef patty, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time, another diner entering this time to sit at the back, open a laptop and proceed to get on the phone as he was eating his breakfast. The constant talking on the phone/laptop makes the reading more difficult and so I sat thinking maybe this additional chance for virus exposure wasn't the best idea should it continue. He's arrived in the past, comes just now and then with the owner's permission, but it puts the question to me: is this the best way to lower your chances of getting COVID-19?
What the hell, finished up early at nine and set out for home, taking a picture of one of a line of potted flowers the restaurant had put out yesterday in preparation, I would imagine, for the coming time when they'll be able to seat people in their sidewalk area. A shot of the but three bicycles in the Ford Go-Bike station, one of the now clothed mannequins in the shop window farther on (again preparing to sell?) and then the usual series of flowers to be found between the shop and the area below the Lakeview school. Still overcast, although they're saying seventy degrees later this afternoon under what I'm assuming will be clearer skies. Or has that forecast changed?
On by the lake, the selfie in the lobby and up to download today's pictures, finish yesterday's screed and start here, the head seemingly clear, the attitude good.
Later. Sun's out, sky's clear, temperature in the high sixties, sitting here listening to the news on television before going to bed and taking a three hour nap. Three hours. After I'd thought I'd gotten a pretty good night's rest.
Evening. Reasonably clear headed, I think, after the earlier afternoon nap and so watched Midsomer Murders at eight, bodies showing up in Denmark as well as Midsomer in this one, the rationale given for all the killings not believable to any degree, but I stayed the course. To bed before ten, lights out after ten and then we'll see how long it takes.