Saturday. Another reasonable night's sleep. I think. The usual awaken, close eyes, awaken again morning, finally getting up at six-fifteen to see last night's rain had stopped and so set out walking to breakfast, the temperature not as cold as in recent days and so the eyes and nose really weren't acting up. Much. Arrived before seven to find the restaurant dark again, but the dining area door open and so entered, turned on the lights and settled in with the papers.

The pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by a quarter to eight and setting out for home under a rising sun. The Grand Lake Farmers Market up and running when I passed, home to take the obligatory selfie and settle down to post yesterday's entry. Finish the entry, post and then scribbling here by ten-thirty.

Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway, thinking they'd been planning to close their ATM from a sign that had been posted recently, and so wanted to arrive before noon today in case the ATM was closed and I needed to go inside to make the withdrawal. The ATM was indeed boarded over, but the bank too had workmen inside shutting it down as well. It wasn't just their ATM going south.

Started walking back to the bus stop, but turned around. They'd talked about moving the ATM to Broadway at 20th Street. The bank too? A short walk to 20th to find the bank, not yet open, but sitting in the old I. Magnin building with a functional ATM just inside the door. So good. A walk across the street to the bus stop two minutes before a bus arrived.

Maybe read the signs a little more closely in the future?

I'd blame it on something or someone else if I could. Why would they move an ATM and not the bank as well? What's a bank without an ATM?

Home by noon to watch the Valspar Championship golf tournament on television, thinking I'd like to take some pictures at the lake today of the tents, fences and other structures they'd been setting up over these last few days for tomorrow's Oakland Marathon and so out the door to the lake and the white column pergola to take pictures, the head reasonably clear as it's been now since morning.

Back to the apartment to continue watching the tournament and prepare a bowl of pasta with clam sauce for lunch, starting on processing the pictures after todays round wound up at three. The marathon tomorrow.

Remember not to eat anything too chancy for breakfast in the morning, given what's happened in the past.

I was thinking about that earlier, that the ocular migraine weirdness hasn't appeared now in quite a while. Hadn't thought about tomorrow's breakfast, but you're right, order the waffle with fruit, skip any thoughts of cured meats and such, even a little.

Evening. Nothing on television, I'm afraid, and so to the tablet for an hour or so, lights out not long after nine.