Saturday. Lights out again at ten to awaken at six to get up and walk to breakfast, but taking my time to be sure I didn't arrive ahead of the staff. Overcast, the cloud cover higher than yesterday's, no mist, the eyes still watering, the café having just opened when I arrived.

The chicken-apple sausage, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee for breakfast, a man sitting at a table across from me continuously talking on a cell phone. Some people get up and leave the dining area when they want/need to talk: I do, some don't. This one didn't. Fine. Read the papers and did my best to close my ears. For some reason the brain treats a phone conversation differently than a conversation between people talking with others at a table.

The pandorea vines are showing fewer flowers this last week, the petals turning brown and falling. Still overcast while walking home.

Later. Lied down for an hour attempting a nap, got up finally to process more pictures, thought about finding a way to get to Live Oak Park in Berkeley to photograph the The Himalayan Fair, whatever that might be, but only thought about it instead of acting.

A walk to the lake hearing the drums in the distance, my, um, mystery woman surprising me as she ran by as I was crossing Grand, coming up from behind and crossing in front of me to the lake as I got off a photograph.

Photographed the drummers, more snapshots than photographs, the reason more for not spending the time required to come up with some that were better than anything else. Then back to the apartment watching the crowd as I'd carried the camera in hand and hadn't brought the backpack. Still the paranoia, it doesn't seem to leave.

Evening. The package I've been waiting on finally arrived. Two of them, actually, the one with replacement memory cards for the small V 1 camera, the second from Rite Aid with more dry mouth mouthwash and tooth paste, both brands recommendations from my dentist. I hadn't been thinking about the mouthwash, although I'd used the last cap full this morning, the package arriving exactly in time. Sometimes you get lucky.

To bed after nine, to sleep right on time.