Sunday. Pretty much clear headed and awake through most of the night. At least that's what I thought as I glanced at the bedroom clock and counted off the hours well into the early morning. Just as it had happened on the second nights when I'd had each of the first two COVID shots. Well, who really knows? Up to drive to breakfast and park in front of the restaurant, entering the indoor dining area, turning on the lights and settling in at my table.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing not long after nine to drive home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle in at the computer to edit yesterday's entry before posting, process the morning's pictures and then put off starting to scribble this until well into the afternoon. Because I was tired? I don't know, just didn't start.

Later. Started a Britbox series that's kept me amused for a while, took the usual break to watch the news, what there was of it I haven't read or heard before, and suddenly the afternoon was over.

Evening. Stopped writing for a couple of days for no particular reason I can get my head around, scribbled this on the sixth.