Saturday. Lights out in good order last night, but awakening at five to float along and finally getting up by six, getting ready sooner than usual and heading out to walk to breakfast on a cloud free bright sunny day. Should have brought the sun glasses while walking into the sun. Arrived early at ten minutes before seven, but the dining area door was open and so inside to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, going through the papers more quickly than usual (they're thinner on Saturdays) and so setting out for home before eight-thirty under, again, a bright sun. The usual pictures plus one across from the lake, a rowing crew in their shell just visible over the opposite sidewalk. Home, the selfie, up to post yesterday's entry. Haven't decided how this morning's going, but so far it seems alright.

Later. A walk over to the lake to find a large tree over on its side by the path, something that happened since yesterday. I don't recall hearing any or hearing of any wind last night and the trunk didn't look as it it had been cut, but snapped. A big tree on its side, just like that.

On to the white column pergola, but to sit on a bench for a few minutes before turning around and heading back to the apartment, the head a little fuzzy, the desire to stay and perhaps search out the Juneteenth Ritual of Remembrance event being held at the boat house area to take photographs. Home to lie down with the fan turned on at the foot of the bed.

Evening. To bed after eight, lights out at ten.