He wakes up. He has had a long sleep but his eyes still hurt. He drinks a coffee that has chocolate and vanilla almond milk and condensed milk in it. It tastes good. He goes for a run. He takes photographs of flowers and bricks and a dandelion and an insect. He makes some rice and he eats the rice and he eats a string cheese and he watches The Untold History of The United States and he reads more about World War II and none of the things he learns please him but his second weekend of no news is going very well and he feels cleansed and scrubbed even as he watches a pseudo-fascist Justice League saving the World from yet another supposed enemy. He goes to sleep relatively content.