Monday. Lights out by ten to awaken just after six. An up and down (vaguely remembered) night of dreams, but it was still sleep. Up to head out the door on another sunny morning. The Weather Underground people are saying another eighty degree day today, tomorrow and Wednesday. Five eighty degree days in a row? My, my.
The plain waffle with sliced fruit, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking a picture of two new pandorea flowers and another group of flowers (I have no idea what they are) that have been planted by the cafe on the way back home. So far, so good.
I've been planning to head over to San Francisco to photograph a May Day demonstration in Justin Herman Plaza later this morning. If I'm serious about more exercise, it alone should make me get up and go.
You sound like someone who's trying to talk himself into it and not having much success.
I know. Sounds like it to me as well.
Later. The San Francisco demonstration was scheduled for ten-thirty this morning and it's now too late to get there in time, as I don't finish the journal and related tasks in the mornings until ten or eleven. Now thinking of attending another one that's scheduled in the Fruitvale area at three. So spent the interim time finishing Saturday's Climate March sections and posting them to HereInOakland and artandlife. Funky, the usual complaints, but they're done.
In searching the local news sites there seems to be quite a bit going on both here in Oakland and in San Francisco and I haven't moved a muscle other than charging camera batteries and then changing direction and putting the cameras back on their shelf. The Weather Underground site is saying eighty-eight degrees at the moment, warmer than I can handle? Because I'm tired? I am, but, well....
Later still. Remembered for the second or third time there'd been an Elementary episode last night and so watched it on the tablet before ending the afternoon with Democracy Now. We'll skip worrying about not going out to photograph any of the demonstrations that were held all over the area today. We'll cross our fingers and say it isn't predictive of the future. Tired and unmotivated for the day. It happens, one hopes not often.
Evening. Checked two or three of the usual Monday evening programs that run on PBS without finding any that pulled me in and so to bed. Again, tired. Two days now after running around on Saturday? I guess.