Saturday. Lights out before ten. I think. Seems right. Accurate. Awoke briefly a couple of times, but awake finally at five after six, early but in the ballpark. A walk to breakfast on a cooler morning under a clear sky. They're saying warmer over these next few days.

Scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast to then walk home, documenting the two cent drop in the price of regular at the station across the street and then on to take the usual exciting pictures along the sidewalk.

Later. No thought to go outside, although I prepared to do so more than once (packed a camera in the backpack and such), but never made it out the door. Nothing on television, really, and so watched pieces of this and that including a couple of football games between colleges I could care less about. Feel good, there just doesn't seem to be anything that gets me off the dime. Still paranoid about the cameras, although I can now feel that's wearing off. A little.

Two shirts I'd ordered arrived and I was curious to see if they fit. I've decided I'll go through the hassle of returning any shirt I order that doesn't fit really well as I have too many that don't fit in the closet. I'll go through the return process that all of the vendors now seem to include with the package. Sleeve length is usually the problem. These two could be half an inch shorter, but still feel alright.

Evening. Nothing on television and so made do with the tablet, finding a Netflix movie about a getaway driver that has started in an oddball fashion.

Sounds like every other evening around here in the last week.

I don't seem to do more than think about fighting it, making changes, rebelling by doing something like continuing to read one of those recent books.