Tuesday. Lights out by ten to awaken at six in time to listen to Democracy Now! while getting up and then setting out for breakfast on another cool under scattered clouds morning, noting a lone helicopter hovering stationary above an area in west Oakland some distance away. Usually a news helicopter covering a fire or police action when you see one, but no way to tell unless it makes the news later in the day. Arrived in one piece to find the restaurant open.

Said the hell with it and had the single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast finishing up reading the papers by eight-thirty, documenting the six cent drop in the price of regular, the sidewalk (as always) along with the usual bunch of images, the paving crew having arrived on Euclid when I turned the corner.

Later. The local news reported that another apartment house/townhouse project had caught fire in its framing stage on West Grand Avenue sometime after one this morning, about where that helicopter had been hovering. How many of these have arsonists destroyed in their framing stage over these last several years? Five? Six? Is there actually some kind of message here, dumb as it may be?

A bus to the Broadway ATM, arriving a little later than I'd have liked (the bus was late), but thought about taking a quick trip to take a set of pictures of the constructions sites on Webster and Valdez, decided against it at the last minute and sat down at the stop to wait the six minutes for the bus to arrive. It was five minutes early and so I was happy I hadn't attempted to take those pictures, although the head was reasonably clear and the energy there. Somewhere.

Straight home, some thought to pick something up to eat, but not really hungry after that breakfast. And, what else, a picture of Euclid, the entrance to my street on the right beyond the road closed sign.

Evening. Watched the first four innings of the World Series on television and then bailed for bed to finish listening to the game on the radio, the move driven by an ocular migraine-like tiredness and a fuzzy head. Lights out by nine and fell into the hole in just minutes.