Wednesday. I did awaken briefly at three-thirty, but blinked and it was five-thirty, blinked again and it was five minutes to six, just in time to listen to the five minute KPFA news. It had been warm for the first time last night, warm enough to sleep under but a sheet, and so up to skip wearing a sweater over the long sleeved shirt and a jacket. The morning clear, the air warm and the sweater not needed. Arrived at five minutes to seven, the restaurant open, the day ahead.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, we're still wrestling with a couple of extra pounds after that supermarket run weekend before last, finishing up with the papers by eight-thirty and so setting out for home under a now bright and much warmer sun. Took another selfie on the fly when reaching the building lobby, posted yesterday's entry, sitting now in front of the fan. Eighty-four degrees yesterday here in my area of Oakland, seventy-four right now before ten.

Later. A banged up sort of an afternoon, banged up in the sense of a back ache I'm assuming came from sleeping in an uncomfortable position, something I have to be careful with these days. Anyway, more lying down on the bed than anything else, the body not coming together until the late afternoon when the aching went away. Still, the downside was naps. Worse things in the world from what I've been hearing.

Evening. Tried watching a German television series at six, watched the first episode, started the second before giving up and heading for bed. An odd day, feel pretty good now, but up and down, here and there and around and around seems to be the norm these days.

Hard to say what any of that means.

Thee and me both, I'm afraid.