Sunday. Lights out not long after nine to awaken at five-fifty, ten minutes before I'd set the alarm. OK, good, taking it easy getting up and setting out to drive to breakfast before seven to discover the newspapers hadn't been delivered yet, the delivery finally happening a minute or two before seven, taking them from the delivery man's hands and getting into the car to drive, arriving a few minutes after seven to find the restaurant dark, but the dining area door again open and so put the papers together at the usual table and settling down to read, the waitresses arriving not all that long later. Daylight savings. We're on.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, not finishing up reading until well after nine, to drive home feeling reasonably good. Not tired, not fried, but whatever the sleep, feeling good. So good.

Later. A walk to the bus stop to head for the ATM on Broadway, but, in checking the NextBus app when I got there, discovered I'd had the app set for the wrong stop. Hmm. Decided to go to the Lakeshore ATM instead and set out on a brisk walk to and from the ATM, getting the walking in. Felt good, felt nice to get home in time to watch the PGA tournament at eleven-thirty. Again, not a bad start after losing an hour's rest to Daylight Savings.

Later still. Interesting tournament, over by three and, wondering what we might do then, started up on the teachers strike pictures, but bailed for the tablet and an Elementary rerun at five. Must be a Sunday.

Evening. Watched the Norwegian Varg Veum – Buried Dogs episode at six, the same character I'd dumped on last Sunday, as he managed not to be quite so stupid in this one, bailed after a while on the Swedish Blue Eyes – My Parents’ Lies episode that followed, not quite sure what it one was about, to bed before nine. So far, so good.