Maybe It's Not
Saturday. To bed and to sleep early enough, although up again twice during the night, off with the alarm to breakfast on what is going to be another overly warm day. Still, clear headed enough, let's hope it lasts through the morning and then on through the rest of the day.
An article in the Chronicle this morning saying rents in my area by the lake have increased over 50 percent in the last three years. Fifty percent is a lot. The area is protected under rent control, but that still means the rent I and the rest of the people in the building are paying is way below what the owners could receive if the apartment were on the market. Probably not good.
But such is life.
Enough with that. The Solano Stroll tomorrow, so at least we have some pictures coming up.
Later. A walk over to the lake in the sun, no plans other than to do the usual short loop through the white column pergola and then back to the apartment, the usual line of people walking the lake, a Say Yes on Measure Z group handing out literature at the pergola itself. I have no idea what Measure Z is about, but they looked like they were serious and had some money behind them. We'll be careful when we read its description in the voters pamphlet.
And so it was a loop around and back to the apartment to lie down, more sleepy than “tired”, if that makes a difference. Didn't get any sleep, but close. Helps when there's nothing much to listen to on the radio.
Up now as it approaches one. No thought to walk anywhere, no desire to take a bus anywhere, so we'll sit here for a while and think more about it. Or not think more about it, let an original idea float in on its own.
Later still. More time spent watching this and that on the tablet in front of a fan. Three in the afternoon feeling pretty good after a “sleepy” rather than “tired” morning through early afternoon. Warm and humid, but nothing like what they're experiencing in the south, L.A. evidently up into the low three digits. Not the weather I remember. Then again, not sure what I remember anymore. Did I mention it's warm and we're a little worn out?
Evening. Most of the day spent in front of the fan, lying in bed, hopping from one movie to the next. Not sure why I can't just watch one straight through, why I lose enthusiasm so quickly and look for another or go back to one I bailed on say a week before to pick up where I'd stopped. Maybe it's the temperature and the humidity. Maybe it's not.