Sunday. Didn't watch anything on the tablet, last night No news programs on the radio to listen to and so lights out before ten to awaken just before six again to take my time getting up and preparing to drive to breakfast, arriving not long after seven just as the waitresses had begun to open the café. So good. It's a Sunday, lots of papers to read and so ordered the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast and coffee. I was a pound under target on the scale this morning.

Finished around nine to shoot the usual Sunday truncated set of pictures, driving to the supermarket this time and replenishing pretty much everything I usually get from the supermarket: paper towels, toilet paper, trash bags and again, most everything else I ever buy at a Safeway to include sake. But good. It's done. Home having to make two trips to carry the spoils up to the apartment.

There's theoretically a gathering for BBQing While Black at the lake today in protest of a recent incident where a white woman was videoed calling the police and complaining about a black family barbecuing beside the lake. An over the top “arrest these people” tirade that's gone viral. An opportunity for pictures within walking distance and so we'll see what we can find.

Interesting times.

The unfinished movements of the sixties seem to be coming back to life and taking more steps toward resolution. Too bad it's still so damned necessary, good that it's happening.

Later. A short walk up my lane to check if there's been any activity at the future construction site of an apartment and condominium project to discover - my, my! - there were signs of progress in changes to the existing building that fronts on Grand. So a picture before heading over to the lake and BBQing While Black.

The woman who'd called the police to report a black man grilling at the side of the lake had approached him somewhere along Lakeshore and Lakeshore was filled with people setting up grills and tents and folding chairs, hundreds of people turning out in support and to protest. And so I took pictures. Quite a turnout.

Home then, remembering the golf tournament I'd watched yesterday was finishing today, but remembering only until later in the afternoon when it should have been close to finished to discover it had been delayed for four hours by a rain storm and so watched golf and futzed with pictures through the rest of the afternoon.

Evening. Golf, that usually ends by three, ran until well after six and so switched back and forth between it and Elementary, favoring the golf.

Ate throughout the day. My pound under will not survive until morning, but I held off better than I have after previous supermarket runs. Bought some sake, but it's remained on the shelf. No need to fuzz the brain when the brain is already fuzzed. Fuzzy and tired after returning from the lake, doesn't make you want to do much more than watch a golf tournament on television.

Sounds pretty much like every day around here.