Friday. A close to straight through night's sleep to awaken again in time to listen to the five minute KPFA news before Democracy Now! comes on at six and so the usual take my time in getting ready in hopes the East Bay Times will have arrived. It hadn't. Didn't. So out the door to walk to breakfast on another overcast morning.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, remembering yesterday's walking in the vision bubble, see if maybe it had been brought on by the Eggs Benedict I'd had for breakfast. We'll see. In a decent mood walking home taking the usual set of pictures. At least there were people about. The Oakland ChinaFest runs through the weekend and so maybe skip what I believe is an anti-bigotry gathering in San Francisco later today being held to protest an alt-right gathering at Crissy Field on Saturday. But you never know.

Yes you do. You even put off doing the laundry until next Tuesday. Friday sloth. You're not budging.

It's been a long week.

Later. A walk to the post office to mail the card I'd picked up yesterday, taking a picture of the Grand Lake theater marquee with the “Dump Trump” message now that the sun was up and deciding the one I'd taken earlier walking home from breakfast was much better. Bright light and dark shade are not a photographer's friend.

Home now watching Law & Order episodes I've seen before and don't need to see again feeling tired. Maybe I didn't get all the sleep I thought I got last night. Maybe feeling tired is just one of those things that happen more often as the years go by. So maybe a nap. Now.

Later still. A lie down on the bed without getting to sleep, but zoning in and out listening to the radio in a nice fog. Which was good. Up to watch more television, watch this and that on the tablet and then more television. Not much new around here, I'm afraid, in a fog or under the sun.