Sunday. Reset the clocks and turned the lights and radio off at nine-thirty to find I was able to get to sleep reasonably early, awakening as I'd been expecting with the alarm at six-fifteen, getting up and driving to breakfast before seven. The car started at the first turn of the key. I'd been worrying whether or not the battery was still sufficiently charged. We'll charge it starting tomorrow. No fun sitting there wondering if your car will start at seven in the morning.

Arrived at the restaurant at five minutes to seven to find it dark, but the light on back in the kitchen and so entered through the dining area door to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. Wondered if fewer people would show up for breakfast due to the Daylight Savings change, the increasing coronavirus concerns or both. The blizzard of coronavirus stories in the papers puts you on edge. Puts me on edge. My exposure to people is pretty much at breakfast. Haven't asked any of the waitresses yet what their worries were about it. Just three people showed up to sit down and have breakfast, many fewer than usual.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up around nine to head to the car and drive home, taking the selfie in the apartment house lobby before settling in to futz with yesterday's entry before posting. The morning routine in other words. We do it on autopilot.

Later. No rain so far this International Women's Day and, as it happens, my seventy-seventh birthday. Never really thought I'd see seventy-seven years when I was younger, if I thought about it. Still, so far, so good. Mostly.

Watched the Arnold Palmer Invitational this afternoon and, when it finished around three, walked to the 7-11 look-alike and picked up a pint of strawberry ice cream, it being the birthday and all. It was good, opened the container and ZAP! it was gone. (Not sure I've ever opened a pint and had it last for more than five or six minutes. Sometimes on a slow day maybe seven.)

Evening. To bed well after eight, listened to the radio BBC News that started at nine-thirty, but turned it and the lights off well before ten to see if we couldn't get to sleep reasonably quickly thereafter on the second night of this time change.