Sunday To sleep around eleven? I seem to recall. Awakening then just before six in time to listen to CounterSpin followed by TUC Radio at six-thirty before getting up and setting out to drive to breakfast under clear and soon to be sunny skies, arriving early and parking right next to the restaurant to sit at my table out on the patio and start on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up well after nine to snap the usual pictures and drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer to go through the usual routine ending with this, the air quality now Moderate with a high later today in the upper seventies. Seventies are better than yesterday's eighties.

Later. A walk just up my street to take the usual set of four pictures of the construction site to see what progress they may have made since I last looked on the 10th. Not all that much from the look of it.

Otherwise watched some football, spent more time watching a movie on the tablet to end another floated on by Sunday afternoon.

Evening. Again, Sunday, nothing on television. The CBS eight o'clock movie was Ferris Bueller's Day Off which I have managed to duck whenever it's appeared on television, the PBS stations are all raising money with programs I heartily wish to miss and so to bed around nine, lights out again at ten, my lights out soon after.