Wednesday. Tired when going to bed last night, but it still took until eleven to get to sleep after turning the lights out at ten. This seems to be the way it works. Awoke after six (good) to get up and head out walking to breakfast at the usual time under a bright sun, taking a picture of graffiti that had appeared overnight on the side of the Highway 580 overpass support, arriving at the usual time to settle in at my table inside the dining room and start on the papers.
The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because that was all I could think of, finishing up by nine and setting out for home; the sun bright, the temperature just fine. The usual flower pictures, the bright/shade balance seemingly a bit better in this sun and finding two bicycle riders waiting at the 580 Overpass light when I arrived. I only mention this because there was a time when this was common to find and it's been much less so with the pandemic. Might be a one-off, but we'll know soon enough.
Home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer to finish yesterday's entry, post, process the morning pictures and start on this. Took until noon as it usually does when I'm walking as opposed to driving.
Later. Another pigeon picture just because. More time on the tablet, half of it spent looking through the list of choices (what to watch? what to watch?) in between breaking to listen to the various news broadcasts. Not tired enough to attempt a nap. I'm assuming that's a plus.
Evening. Checked out another Agatha Christie episode at seven and soon decided that Agatha is probably turning in her grave over the way she's portrayed. Then again, what do I really know about what's popular these days? Not something I'd like to bet on. Lights out again at ten.