Sunday. Awoke at six, which is good, after having been awakened briefly in the middle of the night by the sound of a male voice coming from the apartment above, both clear and loud. Not sure what it was about, more noise than words, lasting less than a minute, but clear and loud. The bedroom windows were open, but that didn't seem to be the source, did noise really carry so easily through the roof/walls? I haven't heard a peep or a noise in these months prior other than a soft footfall, but I was more careful to turn the radio on low as I prepared to drive to breakfast.

Arrived before the waitresses had arrived and so entered through the dining area door, turned on the lights and settled in with the Sunday papers ordering the avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee when seven-thirty rolled around.

Finished up before nine to take the usual walking to the car photo and the selfie when I entered the apartment house lobby from the garage, the lobby mirror in need of a cleaning.

The sky overcast, the temperature nice and cool compared to recent days, looks like a more comfortable day ahead.

Later. An afternoon of lying in bed listening to the Giants game on the radio, half asleep, hearing voices now and again coming from the street as the bedroom windows were still open. Voices at the same volume and clarity as the voice I'd heard last night and so it wasn't the upstairs neighbor. Which is good, my listening to the radio isn't a problem first thing in the mornings when sensible people should all be asleep.

Evening. To bed by nine, nothing much on the tablet or television, although I did watch close to an hour of the Ken Burns Country Music series on Public Television before flaking out. Lights out by nine, radio off by nine-thirty and to sleep.