Thursday. Lights out by ten to awaken just before six to get up and drive to breakfast without undue complaint. Once awake and shaving the morning pretty much falls together without undue stress.
Not much rain driving to and from breakfast, the car getting a light coat of tree leaves and flower petals as it sat under a tree while eating breakfast, having the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time. And, strangely enough, my next door neighbors waiting to greet me in the garage with the same problem with their car battery and needing a jump start when I got home.
They'd had the batter replaced with a new one two days before and then had the cable connectors replaced when it failed again yesterday and now, the battery dead again this morning. Weird. Oh, and someone had punched out their rear passenger side window yesterday while the car was parked at a BART station.
Maybe three's a charm?
Bad luck in three's? I can say that, not sure they'll be ready to joke about their luck with their battery for a while. A relatively new car, you'd think whatever was draining the battery would have been caught by the mechanic.
It was obviously raining last night, given the wet roads and sidewalks, but so far the Pineapple Express they were talking about for today isn't in all that much evidence, given the rain I've seen so far this morning. Still, more than enough day left to make an appearance.
Later. Definitely raining out there now through the later morning, places to the north like Marin closing schools, so the Pineapple has arrived here in Oakland.
Nothing on television and so to bed to attempt to watch something on the tablet, giving up and getting in a nap that lasted for over an hour. So I needed more sleep. Watched the usual news through the afternoon and that's about it to the evening.
Evening. In bed until eight to watch a couple of things on the tablet, up to listen to Charlie Rose and its take on what Trump's “America First” seems to mean so far to the rest of the world might understand and then to bed.