Monday. Not such a bad night. To sleep before ten to awaken a couple of times, yes, but awakening for good at five minutes to six to get up and walk to breakfast on a not overly cold morning, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open with people inside and so settled in with the papers.

Had the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Too many news stories I was already familiar with and so finished up early at eight-fifteen to set out for home under a bright sun, photographing three flowers on the way to the Grand Lake theater traffic light and take another over exposed picture of one of the flowers blooming again below the Lakeview school. Passed by two bicycle riders at the 580 Overpass light, the second arriving just as the light turned green. So good. The selfie in the lobby and then upstairs to settle in with the computer and start on this, the day ahead.

Later. OK, seventy degrees out there, but still no urge to get outside combined with no urge to stay inside and so we're doing the usual: watching stuff on the tablet, the news on television and not much else other than getting in a bath and a nap. Success of a sort, but still, this solitary thing can bubble up and get in the way now and again.

Interesting and frustrating to watch how the various political forces in the Democratic Party are freaking out over the primary tomorrow. Will Sanders carry the day? I hope, but then I'm only one vote. The picture of the defaced poster up top spoke to me yesterday when I took it at the lake.

Evening. Nothing on television, stayed up waiting on an S. Clay Wilson Checkered Demon t-shirt to arrive, the shirt a fund raising effort with the proceeds going to Steve's support fund. It's now been how long since his “accident” leaving him with severe brain damage? Luck and life, sometimes the wrong number comes up and takes down a good friend.