Thursday. Awoke at six-fifteen pretty much as usual to get up and drive to breakfast at seven-thirty (as usual), saying I didn't do the laundry yesterday, so we'll drive, get home early so we can start it first thing when we get back. A good enough excuse to drive was the thought.

They're all “good enough” excuses in your world.

Arrived to park, enter the dark dining room area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers, ordering the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee again given the weight on the scale this morning. Another morning, though, when four policemen in plain clothes showed up and sat down in the back to have breakfast, my assuming they were police detectives as they all had Glock pistols in holsters on their belts. They left toward the end only to have another two people show up just after. The tables are set at a fair distance apart, but I'm wondering if my days of having breakfast there in the mornings is coming to an end.

Pushed it and finished up just before nine to walk to the car and drive straight home, the sun now out with the weather people saying another hot day. Took the selfie in the lobby to find a work crew setting up on the other side of the building from mine, not sure what they're up to, but it seemed to involve sheets of plywood. Maybe something to do with the balconies as the balconies on the opposite side need more work than the balconies on mine.

Brought the laundry down to the laundry room to discover someone had two loads that had finished and were still sitting in the washers. Waited for a while and the woman who lives in the apartment above mine arrived with two more loads and so I left saying I'd return when her loads were finished in another hour. I'm going to get the laundry done. Today. One way or another.

Later. I did return to find she'd finished her laundry and so started two loads with the work crew I'd mentioned walking back and forth through the laundry room to access the storage areas in the back. Discovered they'd (probably) unplugged the washer in the middle of the third load to attach one of their electric tools when I was gone and so the washer sat silent, but full of water and floating clothes. Added more quarters and it happily went through the cycle again, finishing up after noon.

Tired, but the laundry done and so spent the rest of the afternoon watching more episodes of Call To Duty on the tablet. It's still keeping me watching with interest, which is nice given the alternatives. Pretty much started then skipped the various News Hours and such on television and the radio, probably through coronavirus burnout. It's becoming obvious this is going to go on for a very long time and the idea isn't that we all won't get it, we will, but we'll stretch it out long enough so when we do get it there will be hospital beds available for the most serious cases. When we get it.

Evening. Took a look at the Vera episode after it started at eight, but bailed feeling tired. Tired and, I realized in bed later feeling some of the ocular migraine effects: the head irregular, some slight sparkly blobs when the eyes were closed. Yes, I'd had Raisin Bran earlier this afternoon (I do like cereal with milk) and so I'm afraid it's telling/showing me that it's responsible. At least it brought sleep to arrive earlier rather than later.