Monday. Lights out before ten to awaken at ten minutes to six. Well, half awakening. Up to walk to breakfast, a very light rain, more a doesn't really get you wet “sprinkle” than a rain, to arrive at the restaurant at five minutes to seven, the restaurant open, another day ahead.

The Weather Underground weather report said not too much chance of rain this early morning and so I was surprised at the “sprinkle” that greeted me when I opened the apartment building front door and similarly surprised as I sat eating a chicken-apple sausage, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee breakfast over the papers as well as the downpour that “sprinkle” had become.

Checked the NextBus app on my phone when I'd finished breakfast to see when another bus was due, but didn't get a WiFi connection and so figured I'd stand outside under the restaurant's awning to wait until one came, but the earlier hard rain had stopped altogether when I emerged and so it turned out to be a dry and easy walk home.

Passed by the now closed Grand Bakery, two men working on taking down their sign. A notice affixed to the building said it was now the future home of the Melomelo Kava Bar. What's a Melomelo Kava Bar? The Grand Bakery had been at that location forever, one of the few Kosher bakeries in the Oakland area, but what again is a Kava Bar? I found a description of their Berkeley location on the web:

“Forget coffee and alcohol: kava – a South Pacific drink known as a mild psychoactive – stars at this cafe near the Berkeley campus, where menu options include various blends of the mellowing beverage served with fruit add-ins, plus an on-tap CBD beverage, kombucha and yerba mate.”.

A mild psychoactive? Kombucha and yerba mate?

Again, home without getting wet, the obligatory selfie in the lobby, the head relatively clear, a message on my phone asking if I'd forgotten to write a rent check from the landlord. How do you forget to pay the rent for four days running without a single thought? No problem, of course, wrote and delivered it right then, but another mark on the ever expanding memory glitch list.

Evening. The Swedish, subtitled in English, Johan Falk – Codename Lisa was much better than yesterday's Norwegian Varg Veum offering. An improbable story line, of course, a common element in all of them, foreign or domestic, anymore, but at least the lead character didn't make obviously dumb moves, treated as perfectly sensible behavior, by the characters.

We seem to be over the line again and into more babbling.

Well, that was the later afternoon and early evening that ended in watching similar stuff on the tablet. Not a bad day, the head no foggier than usual, lights out before ten four days before we're going to log another birthday.