Sunday. To bed again and lights out fairly early, but up with the alarm after a good night's sleep. Felt good and so out the door to drive to breakfast, my day to drive to breakfast and back thinking it's overcast, but a good day ahead. Optimistic. Why not set expectations early, see if they don't come to fruition?

Or something like that.

Or something like that.

Later. A walk over to the lake and back. Needed to get outside, but had no place I wanted to go. Sunny, a light cool steady breeze, lots of people walking the lake, but not a single picture. Ah, well. Back to the apartment. Maybe a nap.

Later still. Turns out there was no Laurel Street Fair today, it ran yesterday only, but I did see there was another Michael Brown one year anniversary demonstration scheduled for one-thirty this afternoon in downtown Oakland and so, feeling pretty good, the sun out without being too warm, I got on a bus and attended.

A little early at one-thirty and so coffee and a muffin at The Awakening café near the corner of 14th & Broadway before walking to the amphitheater in front of the City Hall to shoot a series (of what could have been better) pictures. Not nearly enough for a section on the web, but a good hour's shooting, returning around three to process the pictures and think about some lunch and what to do for the rest of a day that's soon to be evening.

Evening. Sundays are hopeless for any television, at least the kind you receive over the air and two of the PBS channels are raising money by airing specials, most of which I'd pay not to watch. Just me, I know, but none the less reality.

Thus to bed to check for something to watch, to continue watching for as long as I'm able, pieces of the many things I have underway on the tablet and then lights out early. At least it sounds like a plan.