Monday. Lights out at nine-thirty to awaken at five minutes to six, right on target. OK, up to head out for breakfast, the sky clearing and the sun out, passing by a car on Euclid at the bottom of my hill that's been sitting there for the last few weeks, seemingly abandoned, but this morning missing its right front side panel. Maybe a story there.
On to arrive before seven, the restaurant open and so settled in with the papers, ordering the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast and coffee. Finished up by eight-thirty and so home, passing by the Ford bicycle rental unit-kiosk-whatever-it's-called to find but one bicycle remaining again. Didn't remember noting how many were there earlier when I was walking to breakfast so I'll make it a point to remember tomorrow.
More discarded junk on the sidewalk this morning than usual. They clear it up fairly quickly, but I'm wondering if other parts of Oakland get the volume we get along here. Ah, well. A snapshot of the construction site above the sidewalk by the parking lot at the bottom of my hill, no workers in evidence, followed by the usual selfie in the apartment house lobby. Warm, walking home in a light jacket under the sun, and so booted the computer, but lied down for a few minutes, turning on the fan at the foot of the bed to cool off.
Nothing on the schedule for the day other than a trip to an ATM, so we'll get at least a little more walking in.
Later. Set out to walk to the Lakeshore ATM, but decided to take the bus to the Broadway ATM instead, more to avoid the longer walk if I were to be honest. The return bus wasn't due for another fifteen minutes when I'd finished at the ATM and so walked to Webster and 23rd and took another series of pictures of the apartment house construction sites at both Webster and 23rd and 23rd at Valdez.
Straight home on the bus, the temperature in the low eighties, warm even in a t-shirt. Time to sit in front of the fan or lie down in front of the fan for the rest of the afternoon, maybe see what I can find to watch on the tablet.
Evening. I'd seen the Norwegian episode of Varg Veum – Woman In The Fridge before and so skipped most of it. He manages to get himself knocked out three times in this one this time, holding true to form. Went to bed around eight-thirty, lights out by nine-thirty. Again.