Friday. Not bad. Awoke at six-thirty, in line with other better night's sleep, to get up and head out the door to walk to breakfast on a sunny morning, arriving to enter the closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. Thought about driving, but didn't take the car keys when I left the apartment which generally guarantees a walk.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries again (more progress on the weight) along with the fruit cup and coffee, finishing up fifteen minutes after nine to set out for home, finding another flower to make it two between the restaurant and Grand Lake theater intersection this time, but found the sidewalk below the Lakeview school blocked by a tree clearing service and so snapped a single picture of a flower at the corner before walking along the street to avoid the workers. Something a little different, at least.

A picture of a flower in a planter outside the closed fitness club, no sign to scooters at the lake (a news story saying Lyft had removed its scooters from Oakland), the selfie in the lobby and up to the apartment to settle in with yesterday's entry before starting on this. Attitude good even if the writing remains marginal, going to be a sunny day with a high of seventy degrees ahead.

Later. I tried a link on Facebook to something called Instacart and ended downloading the app and placing an order with Safeway to then watch the order being filled on the phone. Out of this item, did I want this or that as a substitute? Did I want it delivered within the next two hours? OK. Arrived in twenty minutes.

Otherwise the usual afternoon watching stuff on the tablet and listening (half listening) to the news. Depressing, the news.

Evening. Stayed up to watch the beginning of Inspector Morse at eight in which “he first meets Sgt. Lewis”. Managed but ten minutes of the thing before heading back to bed.