Wednesday. Lights out at ten to awaken at quarter to six to then delay and only begin to get ready to head out to breakfast at quarter after the hour. OK. Overcast and cool, better to have worn a winter coat instead of a light jacket, but the mood good, all three papers in tow and looking forward to the day ahead, overcast and Bay Area summer cold or no.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. I've been two, sometimes three pounds over one-fifty since returning from Washington and for some reason, no matter what I've been eating or not eating, these two or three pounds haven't given up the ghost. But we've been monitoring their trespass.

Another “somebody's gone through the trash and then scattered it all over the sidewalk” picture taken while walking home. I won't judge whomever poor bastard did it until I've had a night or two going through the trash at night looking for something to eat myself, something I never hope to experience. I too might leave trash on a sidewalk.

What brought that on?

Probably something I don't want to think about.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM thinking (with luck) I'd catch the return bus right back home in no more than three or four minutes and so, finishing at the ATM, checked the NextBus app that said the return bus was due in six minutes. Good. Waited fifteen minutes.

Pissed enough to say the hell with it and set out to take pictures of the nearby apartment house construction site fire's aftermath again, see how they were doing with the clean up, and walk around the site to the back this time to photograph the opposite side on my way to the Whole Foods market. Haven't bought any apples or peaches since that first purchase, my eat an apple a day resolution somehow having fizzled. So that's what I did.

The day still overcast (I'd remembered to set out in a winter coat), time now to listen to the news as I pick up where I left off yesterday in finishing the Nihonmachi artandlife web sections.

Later still. The Nihonmachi web sections are now done and posted. We'll leave it at that and not go through the usual angst about how many of the new pictures don't cut the mustard. Life will go on.

Evening. Cold is a more accurate description than cool out there now, the sun never having managed to burn through the clouds. I've been wearing the goose down jacket and even turned the heat for twenty minutes remembering Jack London's comment about the cold and summers in San Francisco and Oakland.

Watched the Charlie Rose discussion on Trump's off the wall warning to North Korea. Interesting to watch how the spectrum of political pundits have been handling them, just wish they weren't so effective in messing with my own head so often.