Tuesday. Lights out again by nine-thirty to awaken at five fifty-five in time to listen to the local KPFA news before Democracy Now! came on at six. Up feeling a bit queasy (what had I eaten that might have caused this yesterday?) to head out the door and walk to breakfast under a cloud covered sky, arriving to find the restaurant open. A funky start with a queasy stomach, but a new day ahead.

The French toast, fruit cup and coffee over the papers, the stomach settling down. Two-tenths of a pound over target on the scale, this morning, but French toast is what appealed. Finished up at eight-thirty again and headed on back home, passing the workers who'd been unloading interior siding when I was walking in, loading it through the upper windows now as I was walking back. An addled looking selfie in the lobby, up to post yesterday's entry, wondering why I hadn't gotten further along in finishing it yesterday before I'd turned in. A common question among older fuzzy headed folks, I'd guess.

Later. Where might to go in order to get in a walk? Downtown, take pictures of the various under construction apartment houses I've been following? Lunch at the City Center? This went on for a while until I just packed a camera and headed for the bus stop, catching a bus to Broadway and walking back by the construction sites at Webster and Valdez to take the usual pictures. A walk then home, stopping briefly to photograph a mural that had been painted on the 7-11 look-alike that I'd noticed for the first time as we passed it on the bus. A long enough walk to count as exercise. Just a mile or so, but enough.

More How Weird Street Faire photo processing for the rest of the afternoon while listening to television news. I've been avoiding doing the pictures for the web section, just as I've been avoiding a long list of other stuff.

You still didn't process all that many of them.

“All that many” is enough.

Evening. Nothing on television I wanted to watch and so to bed not long after eight to try one or two things on the tablet before lights out by nine-thirty, right on target.