Saturday. To bed and to sleep before ten to then awaken too early at five-thirty. Took my time getting up and getting ready and so left for breakfast at the six-thirty target, but again without the East Bay Times. Probably best to stop complaining about it, morning after morning . It will come when it comes and I'll read it when it arrives.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. We've been running a pound under the one-fifty target, but that's no reason to eat more than desired. Odd though, after a misspent culinary youth, to find oatmeal on our “better breakfast” list, but there it be.
Overcast. There's a Carnaval street festival today in San Francisco, one I've photographed before, but haven't done so now in years. Tomorrow's parade will be a stretch in the sense there's so much walking required just to get there, let alone in taking the photographs, that I've come back burned out and dragging tail these last few years, and so maybe we'll use that as an excuse to skip heading out for any photographs today. Maybe. Wouldn't surprise.
A good start this morning, no complaints, feeling good as we often do on the way home. Noted an unusual number of memory glitches as I was editing yesterday's entry, strange lapses and transpositions, but nothing I hope portending impending doom. A bump in the long slide into a mumbling abyss, maybe, not necessarily portending anything to come. Right? A bump not unlike liquor, except liquor is quicker?
Later. There's a package due from FedEx today, although there's no way to know when it will arrive. An excuse to watch television well into the afternoon on what has now become a sunny day? I guess, because that's what I've been doing.
Evening. Batteries charged, long lens camera in the backpack and ready to take along to breakfast in the morning, as I'll be going directly from the restaurant to BART. No way to duck out on the Carnaval Parade if I'm already out and headed for a train? He said.
Still no sign of FedEx. Their site says the package has been out for delivery on their truck since five this morning and it's now eight-thirty at night. Nothing in it I need right away, but I guess it's at least served as an excuse to skip any walks to the lake or contemplate heading over to that Carnaval festival in the city.