Saturday. To sleep soon enough last night with the fan at the foot of the bed to awaken at six-fifteen and listen to the radio until seven twenty-five before getting up and getting ready to drive first to the ATM on Lakeshore and then on to breakfast, arriving at ten minutes to seven on an overcast morning. Entered the closed off dining area to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee again, the weight looking much better on the scale this morning, but still with a couple of pounds left to shed. Finished up by nine-twenty, the dining room having been mine alone again, to set out for the car and drive straight home, take the selfie, finish yesterday's entry and start here. Sunny driving home, no sign of the showers they were saying we might get last night, a high of seventy forecast for later.

Later. Nothing much to say. Another Britbox series, A Confession, based on the real story of the apprehension of a serial killer in England. Found it interesting and watched the entire thing.

I did follow the news on the George Floyd protests yesterday and today. I was listening to the sound of police/news helicopters flying overhead last night knowing they were probably following protests as they moved through Oakland. That and the sound of fireworks and sirens in the distance. I was hoping fireworks, too many detonations to be gunfire, but you never know. Not many years ago I would have been down there photographing the thing.

The workmen were here today continuing on the balconies. Didn't go out to take a look or take a picture. Didn't do more than briefly stick my head out the door to bring an end of month Amazon delivery inside when the driver announced it's arrival on the intercom.

Evening. Overly tired. Not sure why. Nothing on television and so to bed by nine, helicopters this time sounding their presence after ten, but otherwise little to none of the fireworks, sirens and such as I could hear last night.