Thursday Skipped out on Midsomer Murders last night and so to bed not long after eight, lights out before ten to awaken then at six-thirty on another cold and clear morning, dressing warmly again and setting out for breakfast. Arrived to find the framework they'd been installing over the patio was finished, the canvas overlay now in place and so settled in at my table to start on the papers, only one other pair of diners arriving before I left.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for no particular reason, finishing up at nine or so to set out for home, the sky clear, the sun out, but comfortable enough in the sweater and heavy winter coat, taking (what else?) the usual set of pictures, some of them properly exposed, some of them still off after all these days/months/years. Paying some, but not enough attention.

Home to take the selfie and settle in at the computer to go through the rest of the morning routine: finish and post yesterday's entry, process the pictures and start here. Again, no complaints, not until after noon when we have time on our hands for fretting.

Later. Another hour or so's nap. Good. Head is clearer, up to listen to the two o'clock news, the two-thirty news and then, what the hell, back to bed, we'll check out the PBS News later at six this evening.

Evening. A slow day for me anyway. Nothing on television and so to bed not long after eight to settle in with Netflix and Prime on the tablet. I've been having days when I've been avoiding the tablet lately and I'm wondering how that will go when this pandemic thing has kept us pretty much locked up inside for another six or twelve or more months. I'm not sure naps will make up the difference.