Sunday To sleep around eleven, late, but not that late, to awaken at four with a sore chest and so turned over a number of times trying to find a comfortable position for almost an hour before getting back to sleep again (feeling better) and awakening for good at twenty minutes after six. Not great, but not so bad either, we seem to have gotten enough sleep.
Air quality Moderate, so opened the bedroom windows wide and turned on the fan to bring in the air before leaving to drive first to the gas station to fill the tank and then to the restaurant to settle in on the patio, the waitress bringing out an umbrella to block the direct sun that makes reading the papers difficult at my table. So good, clear skies, not too much smoke, the temperature approaching a too warm eighty degrees later.
The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up ten or so minutes after nine to drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer to finish yesterday's drivel before posting and then starting here.
Later. The PBS Metropolitan Opera broadcast this afternoon was Puccini's Tosca and so I listened while puttering around in the living room. Been a while since I've listened to it or any other opera all the way through.
A walk up the street to finally check out the construction site to see what they'd done with all that cement they'd downloaded some time back and took the usual three pictures. OK, progress. A walk then halfway down the hill to check out the lake. Not overly crowded for a sunny weekend, coronavirus or not.
Evening. Spent the late afternoon and most of the evening watching a series on the tablet, getting up once briefly at eight to see what a later episode of Last Tango In Halifax might be about to discover they were in the middle of their usual he/she upset with him/her and so back to bed, lights out and the tablet.