Sunday. To sleep within a reasonable time after lights out at ten to awaken at five-thirty and dawdle along in bed until six to get up, pack up the papers and drive to breakfast, arriving five minutes before seven to find the restaurant dark, but the dining area door unlocked and so inside to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Not really hungry in the mornings, but it's always the big meal of the day. Seems to work so we'll not worry about it one way or another. Clear skies again, bright sun, although they're saying rain again later in this coming week. The papers are saying we're received more rain here in the Bay Area this year than Seattle.

Finished up by eight-thirty to drive home and do whatever.

Later. A walk to the ATM on Lakeshore and then back, stopping by the bagel shop to see if they had any yogurt parfaits on hand. They didn't, and so back to the apartment, a walk that ended up taking some twenty minutes. Not a lot, but more than the walk to breakfast that now more often than not provides our walk for the day. Had a camera in the backpack, but didn't take any pictures, more for lack of opportunities than sloth.

Watched some of the Dell Match Play Championship, both before and after heading to the ATM, but bailed before it was over to get back into that Icelandic series, ending up watching three additional one hour episodes.

Evening. I began watching Mrs. Wilson, a Masterpiece Theater program that started at nine, knowing I'd bail because it ran until eleven, an hour after my bedtime. The description was interesting, but such is life, in bed by nine-thirty, listening to the six minute NPR News at ten before turning out the lights. Still another episode of the Icelandic series left , we can deal with that in the morning.