Thursday. Another to sleep reasonably easily to awaken again before five for a brief while, a blink and it was after six and so up to check the weather, thinking it would be raining after last night's storm. It wasn't raining and the street looked dry. OK, up and out the door to walk to breakfast, patches of clear sky and signs of sun as I was walking, arriving to find the restaurant recently open and ready.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking my time over the papers and not finishing up until close to nine, heading out for home and taking some of the usual pictures, the sky still not looking like rain, but with clouds to the west.

My mistake, it started raining as I was walking under the 580 Overpass and it looked and felt I was going to get wet, although it varied enough on the way back that I was able to avoid a drenching. Good. The usual selfie and then up to again scratch my head over yesterday's entry before posting and then (surprise!) start the laundry. Needed to do that and so, for that reason, perhaps less of a surprise.

Later. Laundry done, folded and hung, the socks in their storage bin. Just like that, deciding, since it wasn't raining, to catch a bus to the Broadway ATM and get in the walking on the way back. Which I did. Some days surprise me.

Walked by the construction sites on Webster and on Valdez at 23rd, taking the usual series of pictures under an overcast sky, lots of people working, hard to see any changes since the last set of pictures on any of the buildings’ exteriors.

Evening. An Italian series at six, which I avoided. A Vera episode on PBS that I couldn't understand from their accents, at least as they're articulated through what I'm suspecting aren't the best speakers in my television screen. What the hell, to bed early and the tablet. Listened to the AM radio sports report at eight forty-five to hear the Warriors had won (by three points) and turned off the lights. Tired, no complaints.