Monday. Another lights out right after ten to awaken at six-thirty again, the fan working well in keeping me cool enough to get a decent night's sleep. I think. Never sure, but it's later in the morning now and I'm not sleepy.
The temperature was good, they're saying a high of about eighty today, and so a drive to breakfast on an overcast morning. The morning café had posted a sign saying it was opening a half an hour later this Labor Day and I was indeed arriving later than usual, but it was still not too long after seven when I arrived, might have to sit in the car and wait, but found they had indeed just opened. The waitress hadn't been aware of the later opening. Lucked out.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Hot coffee. Didn't occur to me to order iced coffee until someone who'd arrived later had ordered it. Brain dead? More just following along with the ingrained habit.
The temperature does feel nice, an easy drive home taking two of the usual pictures on the way to the car, sitting here now in front of the computer and the fan. I hadn't processed a number of the pictures that I took yesterday and plan to continue with them today. I'd made a mistake in a camera setting, not changing it after I'd taken the pictures that required it, and so underexposed the ones taken on the ATM run. I'm lazy, but I'm not that lazy, and so I'll go back and see if I can't do better.
Later. A walk to the bagel shop on Lakeshore to see if they had any of their yogurt mix cups available, to discover they were working on the now empty refrigerated unit that held them and so turned around and walked back toward home. The yogurt cup was just an excuse to get me out the door, but I was hungry and ended up at the morning café, where I had a cheese burger, potato salad and lemonade out at one of their outside tables. Been a while since I've done that.
Home to settle on the bed with the fan to watch a series on the tablet that included dozing off for about an hour.
Evening. Nothing on television I wanted to watch, but did sit through Father Brown at seven and took a look at Hercule Poirot right after before heading to bed early. A similar reaction to stuff on the tablet, nothing I wanted to watch, but, having opened all the windows and balcony door wide, turned on the fan and turned out the lights.