Saturday. Lights out by nine-thirty or so to awake at six-ten. Which is good. I guess. Overcast, but not overly cold walking to breakfast, a light sparkly mist visible in the headlights of cars parked at the curb as I passed, arriving to find the restaurant dark but for the back kitchen light and so let myself through the dining area door to settle in with the papers. They're saying rain tomorrow and maybe some today.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, a fair number of people showing up for a Saturday, my finishing up just after eight-thirty to walk home, the sidewalk beginning to look wet with more than a rain mist now in evidence, but not really getting wet. Pictures of the usual flowers, most halfway in focus, but with one a clear miss and nothing more, it being a Saturday and so few bicycle riders to photograph on the street or waiting at traffic lights. Home to take the selfie and settle in to finish yesterday's entry before posting.

Later. It's been raining, the first in over a month. This is good. Stopped not long after noon, but we got more than the weather people were suggesting.

Watched the Arnold Palmer Invitational golf tournament on television until they finished today's round at three and then walked up to the construction site just up my street to see how much progress they've made in these last two weeks, taking the usual series of pictures. Progress has been made, although I'm suspicious about the number of apartments and condominiums I'd heard they were building given what appears to be the available room.

Evening. OK, leap forward an hour this evening and so set the watch and the bedroom alarm clock, going to bed an hour early to see if I might not get lucky and fall asleep. We, we'll see how it turns out in the morning.