Saturday. Awoke at five-thirty, a not uncommon time these days, up and out the door to walk to breakfast on a cold, without being too cold, morning to arrive before seven and find the restaurant dark, so in through the dining area door to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

For some reason ordered the full pork chop breakfast: two pork chops instead of one, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee. Finished up by a quarter to nine and walked home, taking the usual flower picture and then a photo of the Christmas tree that's been sitting out on the sidewalk now for these last few days, except someone had stripped off all the branches since yesterday, leaving the trunk in its stand. Worth a picture.

Home to take the selfie and then settle in with yesterdays entry, finding a couple of weird word errors, posting the thing and then, for the first time, noticing the date on all the January entries was 2019 instead of 2020. Made and posted corrections. The date in bold letters missed for a full month? My missing these things is getting bizarre.

Later. Some television and then a walk up the way to see what the apartment house/condominium construction site was up to over this last week, taking a series of pictures with the camera held up over the head in the sun. Not the best way to take photographs. They're making progress, but still hard to see how they're going to fit in twenty apartment units and twenty condominium units in this small space. Perhaps I heard wrong. Whatever it is it's going to take some time for them to get far enough along to find out.

A walk along the lake later and then on to the Wallgreens on Lakeshore, the one that's a member of my Medicare Supplement group, to see if it made sense to get the second Shingles shot there, particularly if they charged for it. They suggested I come back when it was due and they would see what they could arrange on price. Good. Bought some Chapstick on the way out and and walked home, the temperature up enough I was close to sweating when I got home, dressed as I was for the early morning cold. Should have thought better about that before setting out.

Evening. Nothing I wanted to watch on television and so to bed after eight, lights out by nine-thirty.