Sunday. Lights out at a decent hour, awakening a couple of times during the night, but briefly, and awakening for good at five minutes to six to get up and get ready to drive to breakfast under clear skies and a bright sun, the car, I suspect, will be needing its battery charged this coming week before I have to start it again.

Arrived early to find the restaurant dark, but the back kitchen light visible and the dining area door unlocked, so inside to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers, ordering the chicken-apple sausage, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast after the waitresses had arrived, finishing up by nine to walk to the car and drive home. Again, no thought to go by the supermarket.

The usual selfie in the apartment house lobby, a bit of a race to start the computer booting before heading to the bathroom before things got out of hand. Every three or so days, when finishing up breakfast, I can feel the stomach or the intestines or whatever getting the message that the body wasn't going to starve after eating and lets whatever it's been holding up start moving toward the exit. Uncomfortable feeling that.

Nothing on the schedule for the day, but another day on which they're saying it will be well over eighty degrees and so maybe something will coax me out the door if only to the lake.

Right. We'll believe that.

Later. More football this afternoon with a walk to the lake to take four or five snapshots and sit in the sun for a while, passing by these people on the way, but didn't stop to see what they were about. Back to the apartment feeling a little light headed, tired really, and so lied down on the bed for an hour before checking out more football on television.

Evening. Skipped watching the Elementary repeats that started at five, watched the last half of an episode I'd seen before of Death In Paradise, but didn't recall who'd done it and sent to bed by eight. A little early, going to bed by eight. Lights and radio off eventually by nine, again early, but we seem to do this as often as not when we're feeling tired.