"Monday A slower than usual morning. To bed after ten to awaken at five-fifteen, too early, to lie half awake until six, the chest sore from sleeping in an awkward position. I'm assuming. OK, up to walk to breakfast on another Spare The Air day, the morning grey with low lying fog and smoke, although I couldn't really smell the smoke, arriving around the usual time to settle in out on the restaurant patio with the papers.
The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because I couldn't think of anything else to order, finishing up after nine to walk home, the day still grey and overcast with a slight bit of wind blowing one of the pictures out of focus.
Felt much better for the walk home, I'd been worrying/confusing some of the sore chest business with reactions from smoke inhalation, much too easy to leap to conclusions on these solitary days filled with all the Corona virus news.
Up my hill still in good fettle to take the selfie in the lobby and then settle in at the computer to slap together some semblance of a finish for yesterday's entry (I'd given up writing at noon) before posting. They're now saying we might not get a clearing wind until much later and the air index may remain in the Unhealthy For All range or worse through the entire coming week.
Later. A nap and a bath, the bath to prepare to get the haircut tomorrow on the way back from breakfast and, well, because I'm sure I needed one. Add the tablet and describe our afternoon.
Evening. I didn't need to check out Father Brown at eight, I knew I'd seen it before and hadn't liked it then. To bed early, to sleep one hopes soon after.