Tuesday. Lights out at ten to awaken then at ten minutes to six on a cold morning, the tail end of a comparatively cold night the news people have been warning us about here in Oakland. Well, cold for our recent experiences here in the Bay Area, the temperature closer to normal for earlier years. If that's important.

Up to quickly dress (it was cold) and head to breakfast, the right knee acting up until I'd gotten about halfway to the restaurant. It often aches a bit starting out when descending the stairs, not always, but often enough, this time it ached for about the first quarter mile. Hope that's not a prediction for the future.

Arrived at seven, the café open and well underway to have the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. All three papers uniformly hammering Trump on their editorial pages, still find it of interest to read. Another chapter to read in the “may you live in interesting times” book.

Noted the supermarket cart that had been sitting in the bus stop enclosure for these last twelve days has been picked up by someone, some if not all of its contents though piled where it had stood. Didn't notice this until I'd looked at the picture. Anyway, still cold under an overcast sky walking home and taking the usual pictures.

There's a protest scheduled at four-thirty in front of the Grand Lake theater and I suspect I'll at least get it together to go and take some pictures, if pictures there be, so something on the schedule for later.

Later. Some sun, some overcast, some rain they're saying maybe later this evening. It's now the time to decide whether or not to go over to the Grand Lake theater to see how many people might show up for the protest (and refresh my memory as to what we're protesting) or blow it off and stay inside.

Later still. Well, we were right at the knife's edge thinking to blow it off when I pulled on a coat and the backpack and headed for the theater, thinking I'd arrive fifteen minutes before the time they'd set and, if no one had shown up, head on to have two scoops of ice cream at the Dreyer's shop and then return to check again. Which I did.

Six people with signs with perhaps more on the way, as they had a stack of signs for arriving people ready to use, and so I crossed the street and stood waiting for ten minutes to see what evolved. They were protesting the school shootings, but it was overcast, it was cold, and I didn't want to take the large camera with the long 70-200mm out of the backpack for what would amount to maybe half a dozen pictures. Which means I didn't shoot any pictures, but I did get out the door with a camera. I suspect if I'd brought one with a less bulky lens I might have followed through.

But you didn't.

But I didn't. No complaints. I did at least get back home before the mail and the package I need to sign for had arrived, so that's to the good. Right?

Evening. Got home, lied down on the bed and started watching a series I'd started on the tablet, the subtitled story going along for close to an hour before I lost the narrative and realized I was in the middle of an ocular event of some kind, one without the sparkly edged blob that usually accompanies it when the eyes are closed. Got up, shut everything down, still only half aware of my surroundings and went back to bed. Don't know what caused it or where it came from other than from way out of left field.