Friday. Awoke at ten minutes to six again, right on time to get up, check the weight on the scale now kept in the kitchen and return to listen to the five minute KPFA News before Democracy Now! started at six. This has happened more often lately, just in time for going off Daylight Savings time to screw it up. But I digress.

Off to walk to breakfast under overcast skies, the weather people saying up into the low sixties again, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open and people starting to arrive for their sometimes on Friday morning meetings at the back of the dining area. OK, settle in at my table with the papers. No one coughing up any Corona viruses in evidence.

Do you think about that?

At my age probably not as much as I should.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, pancakes and coffee for breakfast, the restaurant out of mixed fruit this morning, finishing up not long after eight-thirty to set out for home taking the usual interminable string of flower pictures, some in focus, some out, one overexposed, but just. The usual morning walk home in other words. A picture this time of a Tesla parked along Grand. I find I note each and every one when I'm walking, often two or three either parked or driving by on average. Like the looks of the car, even more like the fact that it's electric, so now and again I take a picture.

Home to take a selfie and then address yesterday's entry, do some cutting and pasting and post before starting on this. We'll put off thinking of what we may get up to later on this March Friday.

Later. OK, the memory glitches are morphing into more troubling/interesting forms. Just now, this morning, I remembered, having added the paragraph earlier to yesterday's entry before posting, that the golf tournament I confidently mentioned was supposedly playing on television yesterday, only plays on Saturdays and Sundays, not a thought in my head saying hey!, it's Thursday, not Saturday! They don't televise the beginnings of the tournaments on Thursdays! They televise them on Saturday and Sunday! This you know full well!

Lost in a fog.

Best we go with Oat Willie's advice: “Onward, through the fog”. And hope these one off memory failures don't happen too often.

Took a bus to the supermarket and bought four or five items, more to get me outside for a walk than anything else, walking back as far as the morning restaurant when a bus came by and so on the bus and home. At least I got outside.

Evening. The University of Washington has stopped holding classes and is offering online instruction through the end of the winter quarter on March 20th due to the COVID-19 virus after one of their staff members tested positive. Another signal to take this thing seriously. Yes, I check my fellow diners in the mornings for signs of sickness, although you can transmit it without showing symptoms, but I'm guessing things will heat up and I'll start bailing on my breakfast cafe if this thing shows up in any number around here.