Monday. To bed running late, well after ten, to then stay awake half the night. At least that was what I was thinking as time passed and the clock ticked on through the hours, but maybe it wasn't as bad as I was thinking as I awoke after six feeling no more tired than on any other morning, the chest not aching as I'd moved about being half awake to relieve any strain. Weird. Up to walk to breakfast and arrive at the usual time, sitting at my outside table to start on the papers.

The chicken-apple sausage, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because I haven't had it in a while, finishing up after nine to set out for home under sunny skies, taking fewer pictures (and looking over my shoulder checking for the crazy guy I'd run into Saturday), but feeling just fine walking home (still wondering about how much sleep I'd really gotten last night).

Home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle down at the computer to finish yesterday's entry and start here. Sunny out now, they're saying up into the mid-seventies later, let's hope I did get enough sleep and this now coming afternoon won't be spent in bed.

Since when does getting more or getting less sleep the night before keep you out of bed?

Later. Lied down for an hour or so around noon. Didn't get to sleep, but none the less nice. No complaints. Up to listen to the television news at two, switching to listening to it on radio at three while lying again on the bed. Finished the afternoon watching a series on the tablet.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Bletchley Circle - San Francisco, bailing after about twenty minutes to go to bed and see if we can get some real sleep this night.