Sunday. Well I did find something that hooked my interest on the tablet last night and didn't turn out the lights until after eleven, getting up at seven not having to set the alarm. Lights out an hour late, an hour late in awakening. It's Sunday, we're allowed.
Off to breakfast to plow through the Sunday papers, back to the apartment to see the first rays of sun. Still a bunch of grey up there, but sitting here inside, looking out at the small portion of the sky I can see, it looks like the rest of the day is home free. The worst that can happen is I'm wrong.
What to do? Christmas approaches and I've done nothing to decorate or celebrate, not even take pictures. Such is life, such has been the life here for many, many years.
How sad for the lad?
I'll let you know when we need commiseration. It's a Sunday, we're feeling well, the sun is out and there's a day ahead.
Later. More of the series I was watching last night on the tablet before finally getting out the door and catching a bus to the end of the line in Old Oakland on Washington Street, a walk then farther on to have an ice cream cone at Ben & Jerry's (they seem to have raised prices since I've been there) and then over to the farmers market in Jack London Square.
How long has it been since I've been in Jack London Square? The old empty Barnes & Noble book store is now a beer garden, tables spread out on the patio. More patios built out in front of restaurants farther on. I think the farther one in the distance was there the last time I'd been around, but not the second one closer in. Perhaps the memory deceives.
A walk then back to a café near the bus stop where I'd started earlier on Washington to have coffee and an almond biscotti, the chocolate covered kind. Didn't need the chocolate, it more distracted than added to its taste. (Gotta remember that.) Still, had the coffee and biscotti, walked to the bus just as it was leaving and headed home. A decent afternoon, although I was wondering about so few pictures. No attempt to stretch, up the ante, make a difference. Hmm.
Home now at three. Sunny now. Checked the weather report and it says a twenty percent chance of rain today, zero percent chance through Thursday. Sounds like a good Christmas to be.
Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed to finish the Broadchurch series I've been watching on Netflix. Gave it four stars before turning out the lights at ten.