Monday. A slow day, yesterday, to say the least. Lights out by ten to awaken at six-thirty this morning, getting up, getting ready and heading out to breakfast under an overcast sky with the sun here and there breaking through. The weather people are saying little to no chance of rain, only a very slight chance tomorrow and then clear skies and much warmer through the coming weekend.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Read the papers (the constant barrage of weird Trump behavior continues to take its toll) and then headed home, taking a picture of the bar they completed a month or so ago across Grand as it, for the first time, wasn't obscured by parked cars. I'm sure it's a nice place and all that, but it's a little too nice, rather like the bar that faces it across Grand that serves pizza, all polished wood and burnished metal. Shows my age, perhaps. This neighborhood is changing and I'm not keeping up.
A culture clash with the book store right beside it?
Again, probably my reaction to this accelerated neighborhood gentrification. Too similar, too slick, too something.
Later. A bath, before remembering they'd run a new episode of Elementary last night and so watched it on the tablet. It takes me a morning or so before I suddenly remember it runs on Sunday nights and available for viewing Monday morning. Another mark on the memory glitch side of the tracking board.
A walk to the lake to find cormorants making their round trips from the fountain area to their island nests and so pictures. I noted what I thought might be a metal fishing line connector caught on this particular cormorant's back when I viewed the picture. Doesn't seem to slow him down, but I'm hoping it hasn't somehow become permanently attached. Ah, well. Picked up a grilled cheese sandwich on the way home.
Evening. I don't watch Father Brown and I believe I've seen the Inspector Lewis episode that follows it, but I/you never know. Until.