Friday. Awoke at six after getting to sleep not all that long after ten last night, up out of bed at seven-thirty to set out walking to breakfast on another sunny, going to be close to eighty degrees later today, morning. Arrived to enter the restaurant, enter the closed off dining area, turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. A good walk, not at all tired.

The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up well after nine this time to set out for home snapping the usual series of pictures, passing not all that many people coming and going, a large number of them running and about half without face masks, a couple passing by with the mask pulled down around their necks. So much for life in isolation.

More pictures of flowers where I could find them, the exposures still not right, but better. Sort of better. On by the lake and the seemingly ever present Gruv scooters, up to the apartment lobby for another selfie before settling in with the journal, finishing and posting yesterday's entry (most of it written yesterday instead of this morning, a sign of having had some energy on Thursday) before starting here.

Later. Eighty degrees today, but still spent the day inside watching stuff on the tablet. “Stuff” is the right term, I'm afraid.

Evening. Another ocular migraine crept up on me not long after seven, a strong one, sending me to crash in bed before nine and going right to sleep. It's only until you're well into one of these things that you realize something is off, the heart beating more rapidly along with a faster intake of breath. Strange. Didn't think all that much, didn't analyze, let alone over analyze the situation, just went to bed and dropped right off in but ten minutes.