Sunday. To bed at a decent hour and lights out by ten (I'm pretty sure) to sleep pretty much straight through until six, half an hour before the alarm. OK, the body has evidently become accustomed to awakening at six, we won't fight it, s0 get up and drive to breakfast to arrive at quarter to seven to find the restaurant dark. Hmm.

This allows/forces me to drive on to the supermarket and buy things (I really don't need - sake, cheese spread and crackers prime examples) and return when the restaurant had by then opened at seven to read the ten pounds of newsprint over breakfast, returning to the apartment at nine. All that activity before nine.

The How Weird Street Faire starts at noon, we'll catch the noon bus and arrive around one, give it an hour to allow people to arrive and for better pictures to evolve. How Weird isn't nearly as weird as say the Folsom Street Fair, but it brings out interesting costumes and opportunities for candid portraits. Which is good, residing here in my own particular brand of Candid Portrait Land.

Better to give it two hours for more people to arrive.

Yeah, I know, but I have this “can't arrive late” thing embedded in my brain.

Later. Although I missed every bus and train going to and coming from from the Montgomery Street station, the How Weird Street Faire went well, the day sunny with lots of people attending (at $20 a pop). Arriving later, as planned, there was a line, quite a line actually, with security people checking backpacks and purses, but then inside finally to stay an hour and a half shooting pictures.

Home, tired, a little blitzed and so we looked at the pictures and then got right into the sake and cheese spread and crackers and said to hell with all the (sensible) proscriptions we've been following with the diet. Doesn't seem to have had any immediate deleterious effects and it did indeed put us to bed early enough for lights out before ten. Just like that.