Monday. Lights out at ten with my own lights out soon after to awaken at six-thirty feeling, well, a bit tired. A little sore. So we're thinking a good outing over this last weekend, actually got in some decent exercise, if carrying a couple of cameras around shooting pictures for an hour or so can be considered exercise.

A walk to breakfast without too much trouble, back to take care of yesterday's entry and lie down. We need to go by an ATM later, that will take care of the day's walking, but otherwise finish the parade pictures and the week be well started.

Later. Quite slow in its “well started”. A kind of achy tiredness that has lasted through the day and now close to the evening, most of the time spent lying on the bed watching one and another thing on the tablet without being able to sleep. Ah, well. We obviously worked our little self out this weekend.

I did trick myself out the door to walk to the Lakeshore ATM, the walk a little wobbly in the sense the vision was at times distorted, feeling somewhat wobbly, and so by the bagel shop for one of their yogurt with fruit cups, but finding they were out. OK, on to the Subway for a tuna fish sandwich to find they had a line. Not much of a line, but it was excuse enough to send me next door to the Dreyer's ice cream shop where I had two scoops in one of their waffle cups.

The ice cream you say you're going to avoid since it will often bring on ocular migraine?

I figured I'd be home by the time it happened, if it was going to happen. Been a while since I've had ice cream and so far, three hours later, we're fine. Just did it, you know. Don't seem to keep to any of these food promises for very long. Maybe best to shut myself up.

Up into the mid-eighties today setting a record, the Oakland air pollution overly high according to the tablet app, so best we get through it and start fresh tomorrow when they're saying it will be cooler. Spent time working on the Cherry Blossom Parade pictures, but not close to finished. I looked at the number I'd come up with last year, three sections to this year's one. Not too worried, the opportunities for pictures are different each year, so one is enough.

Evening. Nothing on television. I'd forgotten I'd skipped watching the new episode of Elementary last night in favor of crashing and so watched it on the tablet. A day spend lying on the bed, listening to the news and watching things on the tablet. A tablet epitaph.

Charlie Rose had a session with three Republican pundits at eight, listened to it as you might listen to something out of science fiction. Just, you know, listening without believing. Our political system under a fuzzy microscope. All three believed Sanders would be the tougher candidate in the election, although it was clearly going to be Clinton and, of all their candidates, the two least likely to win against a weaker Clinton would probably lose as they had even lower support in the electorate.

Everybody is aware this election is strange.

Stranger than fiction.