Tuesday. To sleep not long after ten to awaken for good just before six in time to listen to Democracy Now! before getting up to walk to breakfast under a bright sun with heavy grey overcast skies to the north. Arrived at the usual time to settle in at my inside table and start on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up around nine (as always), two tables taken up with four diners at each and no one out on the patio. OK, still a bright sun, although the high for the day is projected to be sixty-five, on to take the usual series of pictures plus one of the clothing shop store window that seems to have so far managed to survive. On to pass by more maskless pedestrians, the state's encouragement to wear masks outside ending in another week. Lots of early adopters.

Home to take the selfie again before settling in at the computer, no ocular migraine signs (which is pleasing) and so on to finish yesterday's entry, post, process the morning photographs and then start here, ending by noon. A cookie cutter morning, light on the gloom and doom.

Later. Another watch the news, watch a movie (or two) on the tablet, attempt a picture of a pigeon hunkered down up above the balcony and so we have another afternoon. Reasonably clear headed, but tired and didn't do more than a trivial cleaning in the bathroom. Still, no complaints, although I didn't have the energy or focus to write this section until tomorrow morning.

Your “no complaints” always sound like complaints, don't you think?

Thinking seems to require effort, particularly after noon.

Evening. Took a look at NCIS at eight, discovered it was a repeat of an episode I didn't need to see again, and so to bed just before nine. Tired. You'd think that “tired” would put one right to sleep. Turns out it doesn't.