Saturday. Slept right up to, but not quite to the alarm this morning. The usual do I want to drive or walk question as I was leaving, but out the door and on to breakfast without a second thought. The usual routine. Overcast then, still overcast now that I'm back home, a kite festival and the Ginza Bazaar two possible choices for photographs later. Will I attempt either, one in San Francisco, the other in Berkeley, but requiring bus and BART connections to find?
What's your guess?
Hard to say, but you can get antsy and need to get outside on an overcast day.
Later. And so a walk over through the farmers market and on to the ice cream shop for two scoops in a waffle dish before returning to the apartment. Not a single picture, but such is life. Some time on the tablet (and with the rest of the toys) before falling to sleep for a two hour nap. Just like that. I guess we were tired.
No thought to go to San Francisco to track down the Ginza Bazaar or the kite festival in Berkeley, the kite festival not really accessible except by parking and then taking a shuttle bus to the site. We'll maybe check out a street festival that runs Sundays on Telegraph tomorrow, we've had a slow day even though the sun has come out.
Well, in the old working days we could say it was a weekend, a time to catch up on the grueling week before. Hard to blend a story around the same theme when you're retired is the problem.
Evening. The evening news and then a Sherlock Holmes episode at seven. Enough for an evening. I didn't quite make more than about three minutes into the Holmes episode before bailing. I'm afraid I've seen enough of the Jeremy Brett Holmes series, arguably one of the the best depictions of Holmes, so I'm blaming it on advancing years and the resulting changes in the current culture.
Tomorrow I might blame it on one or another something other and it would be no less true, but for this evening it's the clash with current culture, alliterative, at least, if not quite true.
Go to bed.
That's the idea.