Saturday. A loud noise after midnight last night waking me up thinking someone must have broken into a trash can below my window on the lane in front of the apartment house, but then heard what I thought was dripping water nearby and so got up to find a square access panel had fallen from the ceiling into my bathtub and water was dripping from the hole to the sound of someone taking a shower. OK. The dripping stopped when the shower was over and so back to sleep to take care of it when I got up later in the morning.

Awoke at quarter to six, checked the bathroom - yes, hole in the ceiling, bathtub with black crud on the bottom, we'll talk with the apartment manager after breakfast. Out the door after seven-thirty on another clear, not too cold, morning.

Had the hamburger patty, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, sliced banana (they were out of their fruit cup) and coffee for breakfast, finished up the papers after eight to set out for home again, noting the four cent drop in regular gas, another much smaller line this time forming up for Black Panther at the Grand Lake theater and took the usual badly exposed picture of a flower blooming below the Lakeview School. Another morning here in Oakland.

Later. Posted yesterday's entry and then talked with the apartment house manager who looked over the ceiling with the gaping hole. He'll see who he can get to take care of it and let me know when it's scheduled. Doesn't look nearly as bad, once I'd cleaned it up, and realized the missing piece of the ceiling was a plastic cover with undamaged spring loaded clips that hold it to the ceiling. Now if it's just a matter of tightening up a drain pipe....

Dream on, McDuff.

Indeed. Otherwise an afternoon watching the last half of a college basketball game, switching to a golf tournament once it was over before fitting in a brief walk over to the lake with a camera to at least take a couple of pictures. Some of the drummers were forming up to play, but I didn't stay long enough to see if they were going to assemble a large enough group to really get going and play. A snapshot of an old guy doing stretching exercises and one or two of a dog by the lake sitting beside a young woman and child.

No excuses for not getting more pictures. Didn't stay long enough or take time enough to do a proper job with the camera, the sinus-upper palate putting the head well into head-cold bubble mode. Without the damaged sinus nerves things would be.... Well, no use in wondering.

Evening. Nothing again on television. They're running Casablanca on PBS at eight, but I haven't even watched the copy I have around here somewhere. There was a time when I collected and watched old movies I'd liked. Let's us both know I've somehow stumbled around the movie bend and don't watch much of anything anymore.

OK, I did watch the beginning of Casablanca up to the point where Sam plays it again, but, you know, after eight. Tired and so left the movie for others to see how it ends.