Saturday To sleep not all that long after ten to awaken for good at six-thirty after a decent night's rest. The weather people were saying it was going to be cold this morning and so got up and dressed for it, setting out under bright clear skies, the temperature indeed cold, but not seemingly as cold as it had been yesterday morning. Arrived to sit at my table out on the patio, the first to arrive as usual, and started on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the weight on the scale this morning holding, finishing up just after nine to walk home under a bright sun to take the more limited number of flower pictures (it is winter, after all), passing by the usual number of men, young and old, wearing a mask not pulled up over their nose.

Home to take the selfie and settle in here at the computer, not bailing to lie on the bed for an hour before getting up to start on this section of deathless prose. Which means there some energy here that might be tapped for something later.

Later. “...tapped for something later.” Saying it had no effect. Stayed inside with the tablet, watched football and news programs on television and that's how the afternoon passed.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Pleasantville the 1998 Saturday night movie on PBS. Interesting and novel concept, more science fiction than anything else. Mostly because it was about teenage angst set in a truly bizarre setting combined with my being tired, I bailed after maybe twenty minutes and went to bed before nine, lights out soon after and pretty much drifting right off to sleep.