Sunday. To bed early, lights out after ten, awake not long after six to get ready to drive to breakfast on a clear morning, arriving at five minutes before seven to find the café closed.
OK, not yet open, a drive to the gas station to fill the tank, take care of that instead of waiting, returning as one of the waitresses pulled up in her car. Evidently Joe, who opens the café in the mornings, is on vacation and I'd best not arrive before seven for a while.
An omelet for breakfast that had bacon in it, not the best move on my part, a drive home skipping any idea of heading by the supermarket to buy one or two things I've been threatening to buy now for some time. Why I fight this simple task I don't know, but I fight half a dozen things for similarly inexplicable reasons.
Later. The truncated taken too often walk over to the lake and back, not able to think of anywhere I'd like to go. I was hungry, but nothing appealed. Nothing I was aware of happening in the City Center - City Hall area, haven't been to Jack London Square to too long to remember and it too had no allure.
Back to the apartment to lie down for about an hour. Felt better.
Later still. I checked for a photograph on the Carnaval section of artandlife and discovered the link was broken. No Carnaval photographs visible until I'd fixed it. When had I screwed that up? When I put the 2016 pictures up? Probably. Not good to discover I'd been dumb enough to have done that. At least it's been corrected.
And so you've gone back and checked all the other links?
Hmm. That would be a good idea.
Evening. I'm getting very good at stumbling into an Elementary episode when it's half over. Weekends. They run them in the late afternoon and early evening. This fact seems long gone by the following weekend when in repeats. Ah, well. I've seen these episodes before, although I don't remember more than snippets of the story or how it ends.