Saturday. Lights out by nine-thirty to awaken at five-thirty to lie and listen to the radio until six to get up and set out for breakfast on another overcast morning, walking through the parking lot at the corner of Grand and Euclid at the bottom of my hill to find a Black-Crowned Night Heron feeding on a discarded fast food meal of some kind and surrounded by two seagulls and a number of crows standing off at a greater distance. Interesting. The lone Night Heron seems to have kept the others at bay.

On to cross Santa Clara to find the parking slots along Grand empty of parked cars when they're almost all filled on week day mornings when the meters kick in starting at eight. So a picture. Arrived to find the restaurant dark and so entered through the dining area door, turning on the lights and settling in with the papers.

Finished up around nine and set out for home, having brought the small V3 camera with the wider angle 10-30mm lens. Doesn't affect the flower photographs, but it allows me to get a much better shot of the construction site above the sidewalk beside the parking lot at Euclid and so took two pictures. Still don't quite know what they're up to with this.

Tired when I got home, taking the selfie in the lobby and then dawdling before settling down at the computer to finish yesterday's short entry before posting. Staying in today, I think. Watch the golf tournament. No thought to photograph the Pistahan festival in San Francisco, the idea of taking BART depressing. Depressing to find it depressing.

Later. Watched the golf tournament, took a walk to the lake if only to say I'd at least gotten out of the apartment, took but two marginal pictures before returning. Not much of a walk.

Evening. Spent the rest of the afternoon on the tablet and then watched television into the evening until eight-thirty when I bailed for bed. There's a half marathon running tomorrow morning down by the lake, close enough even for me to take pictures.