Saturday. Lights out before ten, but an uneven night's sleep to finally awaken at six forty-five, the time at which I'd usually be heading out the door if I were walking. Checked the weather, overcast, but it didn't seem to be raining and so got it together quickly, taking all of ten minutes to get up and drive to the restaurant, arriving just before seven. Surprised myself in how quickly I could get it done when I'd set my mind to it.
The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries and coffee for breakfast, finishing up the papers at nine, the rain coming down hard as I was leaving and so happy I'd decided to drive. Home, still raining, another weekend ahead.
Evening. Watched the Arnold Palmer PGA tournament on television this afternoon followed by a movie on the tablet. Daylight savings kicks in tonight and so set the time ahead on the bedroom clock and the wrist watch when I got to bed, turning on the bedroom alarm after setting it for six. Just in case, you understand.
Not much to say for the day.
Put off going by an ATM and so we'll take care of that tomorrow, maybe on the way to breakfast. Not a bad day, just, you know, not much happening worth writing about, particularly when you gave up on attempting any writing well before noon.