Sunday. Lights out at ten, up once to take a leak, awakening then at just after six on a sunny, going to be warmer than yesterday, morning. Running maybe five or at most ten minutes later than usual, discovered the East Bay Times had arrived as I was heading to the garage door to drive to breakfast. Sunday, our day to drive. Happy to do it.
Finished the papers over an Eggs Benedict breakfast, documented the four cent drop in gas prices and then drove home to futz with yesterday's entry. Foggy and sparse, yesterday's entry, probably a better barometer of the state of the head and mind than anything else my judgments may offer.
Missing this year's Carnaval Parade means I'm out of current day to day portrait pictures for the journal and so I've gone back to 2013 to reuse some its Carnaval pictures to get me through to the next street festival or parade, the Temescal Street Festival coming up next weekend. Not as productive as a Carnaval Parade, not surprising, but we'll survive.
Feel good this morning, but we'll judge when we look at what we've written here tomorrow morning. The more we need to unscramble and edit, the less the score.
Evening. Well, a walk in the mid-afternoon to the 7-11 look-alike for chips, dip and an ice cream bar was the sole outing for the day. I don't know if this is good or bad, not good or worse, but we seem to have finished the afternoon and then right into the evening with television and tablet, watched the Sgt. Pepper's PBS program they'd played yesterday evening that was repeated this evening at eight and then to bed and the tablet.