Saturday. In bed and lights out again by ten to awaken then just after six feeling reasonably well rested. So good. The weather fine and so a walk to breakfast and back, a sunny day ahead. An Earth Day festival in the Mission district not far from a BART station later and so there are pictures to be taken.

Later. Tired and so a nap that lasted past noon, up thinking OK, we need to get to San Francisco and so packed the one camera in the backpack and readied the other in preparation before stopping and saying no, we'll check the lake to see if anything is happening there for Earth Day instead. Maybe go to San Francisco later.

A walk to the lake and then beyond through the farmers market to Lakeshore before turning around and heading back, passing by the ice cream shop, the café by the fitness center and then on to the burger drive-in thinking I could eat a steak sandwich. But they were out of steak and so back to the apartment.

Still hungry, still no urge to go to San Francisco, still no urge to go downtown to get something to eat, still no urges at all, but a real avoidance syndrome in play about going to Earth Day in the Mission.

Later still. Another almost nap, a walk finally to the 7-11 look-alike for a pint of strawberry ice cream. Been a while since I've eaten a pint of ice cream, the last time I'd eaten one I'd had an ocular incident soon after. I do remember. So I guess we're testing it again to see. I keep thinking one day that stuff will go away, if “thinking” is a term that can be applied. No regrets. Not yet.

A police car with four policemen standing on the sidewalk talking with a young woman as I'd started walking to the look-alike, then an ambulance, three police cars and many more policemen standing with the young woman when I returned. Not sure what had happened there, didn't take any pictures, but wondered. Maybe someone will post something later on our local NextDoor web site.

Later still. Television, I'm afraid. No real thought to head over to the Mission for the Earth Day festival and curious as to why. Still get a creepy feeling from that stolen camera incident? The idea of walking with the cameras down a crowded Mission Street sidewalk? Just two short blocks? Or am I starting to lose interest in all the various festivals I've been photographing so enthusiastically these last several years? Don't know, but do care.

Evening. Remembered to watch the Elementary episode that started at five. One I'd seen before, but only remembered parts of it, not enough to be a problem. Evidently. A weird iteration of the Sherlock Holmes canon, but one that seems to hold my interest.

No signs of an ocular episode, no precursors, no odd feelings after the ice cream. The hammer just happened to miss the loaded chamber in a game of ocular roulette or am I wrong in thinking a pint of ice cream is really a trigger? Go figure.