Monday. Awoke at six-thirty on a sunny morning, having gotten to sleep last night somewhat later than I'd have liked, but awoke feeling good until I got on the scale and read the number. OK, out the door to walk to breakfast, arriving again to enter the closed dining room, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. I suspect we're going to be having that more often than not for the while (if we keep stepping on the scale in the mornings), read the papers and finished up well after nine to walk home and take the usual series of flower pictures, three of them below the Lakeview school this time. A picture of a line of Gruv scooters by the lake (didn't see any of the other brands this time) and the usual selfie in the lobby, the walk back going reasonably well. Nice to get home and fiddle with this.

So there's life after breakfast?

Always an important sign.

Later. Another afternoon on the tablet with some futzing around with two old How Weird Street Faire photographs that had raised an interesting question on Facebook. Not a bad afternoon, just spent most of it lying down pretty much on the tablet.

Evening. Skipped television and watched the first three episodes of a four episode Britbox series that I realized that I'd seen before, but long enough ago so that only now and again did a vague memory resurface reminding me of the fact. How long ago was it and where had I seen it? Looked it up just now: 2017. Three years ago? On Prime or Netflix, a British series that I watched back then? And only three years? Is the memory that bad when it comes to recalling programs from the past? I guess.

To bed after nine to listen to the BBC News until ten, turn off the radio and the lights and wait for sleep to come. Sooner than later, please.