Tuesday. The sleep a bit up and down (as always), but awoke for good at ten minutes to six to get up, get ready and set out for breakfast, the morning cool and the eyes and the nose acting up, arriving just before seven to find the restaurant open and so settled in with the papers on this primary day, excitement befitting these “interesting times” ahead.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, finishing up by eight-thirty and setting out for home, taking the flower pictures along the way and then of two young women demonstrating for Sanders at the corner. Maybe a good sign?

Another overexposed and not particularly sharp picture of one of the flowers blooming below the Lakeview school, of a bicycle rider and his (I assume) daughter whom I've photographed before at the 580 Overpass light and of another Revel electric scooter by the lake, none of the Lime-Lyft-Whatever scooters in evidence. A selfie in the lobby and then up to finish yesterday's entry, post the damned thing and get ready to listen to the primary looming this evening.

We are, um, exaggerating a bit here now, are we not? Looming?

Just a bit. Just something to distract us until the Corona virus hits.

Later. A walk over to the lake thinking I'd go by the 7-11 look-alike for bean dip and Doritos chips, but couldn't close the deal and so returned to the apartment. Such is life. Remembered then I'd been planning on doing the laundry and, although it was now into the afternoon, started the laundry, finishing it up as I started listening to the primary coverage that started at four. So much for the afternoon.

Evening. Watched all five hours of the Democracy Now-The Intercept online primary commentary, folding and hanging today's laundry (we'll do the socks tomorrow) as it started, the internet connection failing on and off for a period of about an hour causing the program to freeze at disconcerting times. The results another underlining of the fact we live in “interesting times”.

We can live without your “interesting times” babbling, I'm thinking.