Monday. Lights out relatively early to awaken once during the night before awakening finally this morning just before six, the sky overcast, but the attitude good. The sinus-upper palate is bubbling along, but that's more the norm anymore, so attitude good is a reasonable conclusion and decent way to start the day.

A walk to breakfast, the usual waffle with bananas and strawberries, a fruit cup and coffee. One-fifty on the scale this morning, no need to watch what we ate for breakfast, but no interest in anything containing meat and so waffle with fruit was it.

Passed by a bicycle tire lying on Grand near the apartment and took a picture thinking you see bicycle parts way too often along the sidewalks and wondered what that reality was about. I have my own concerns carrying a camera, particularly after having one stolen, and so I assume a bike owner has his or her own story about parking it on a sidewalk, bike locks, time of day and the like. Don't park your bike on the street at night? Overnight? In my neighborhood? I suspect.

Later. There were fires popping up all along Highway 5 when I was returning home from Portland in hundred degree temperatures. Hundred degree temperatures in Oregon? And now the fires here in California, the Lake County fire burning now. I haven't been to Clear Lake since I lived in Napa, but it's not all that far up the highway.

And?

The fires, the floods in Louisiana and the Midwest, the increasingly dire Climate Change warnings from scientists are making me wonder why we're not seeing more people upset. The Republicans don't admit Climate Change is real, bring on more coal. The Democrats do, but without a proper sense of dread. Many of us will be gone by the time discomfort turns to tragedy, but still, most of us won't. Why the disconnect?

And?

A walk over to the burger drive-in to take home another grilled chicken sandwich, eating it without a problem when I got home. The body has been saying avoid them when asked these last several days, but it relented for some reason just before noon.

Otherwise not much getting done. Sunny outside, seventy degrees, I'd thought to go downtown earlier, but ended up getting that sandwich when the bus didn't come. A screw up with the schedule and the NextBus phone app. Still have the decent attitude, but it hasn't led to anything more than watching last night's Brain Dead episode on the tablet.

Ah. Maybe the Brain Dead bugs explain our climate change denial. Creatures from outer space who want to clear earth's surface to make room for, well, bugs, have entered our denialists’ ears!

That's enough.

Later still. I read what I'd written this morning and wondered who'd written it. Me, I'm afraid. It's now much editing later, but still not there. I use the term babble, but more than just babble came to mind. A cog slipping, an ear that doesn't hear, a fever dream? Babble, but verging on depressing.

Evening. Same old evening. Nothing I wanted to watch on television, checked out Democracy Now and Charlie Rose, watched an episode of Law & Order I suspect I've seen before and then went to bed. And that's been it in Oakland.