Friday. Right to sleep last night, awakening with the alarm at six-fifteen. Good. Haven't done that in a while. No thought to drive, just up and out the door to walk to breakfast on an overcast and not overly cold morning, arriving by seven to find the restaurant open and people inside. OK, settled in at the table and started reading the papers. A good day thus far.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast because I couldn't think of anything else, the weight unchanged on the scale at just under the one-fifty target. Finished up by a quarter to nine to set out for home, photographing two flowers and a bicycle rider across from the Grand Lake theater along the way, home to take another selfie (all without the aperture/shutter speed mix-up) and settle in to finish yesterday's entry, a little surprised at the number of clunky mistakes that popped out. Believe me, it's hard for me to be surprised anymore by my clunky mistakes, these were unusual.

Nothing on the schedule for the day, no rain forecast for the near future, we'll see how it turns out.

Later. Another afternoon spent on the tablet and watching television. No urge to take a nap, no thought to take a walk. Just an echo of these last several days/weeks/whatever that says stay inside.

At least this is short enough you should be able to proof read it and catch any errors.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Detective Morse at eight, and held out with it for maybe five minutes before heading to bed to listen to the usual BBC News at nine before turning the lights out, the radio off and my own lights out soon after.