Sunday To sleep by eleven to awaken at just before six, the chest aching a little, but this time well in hand. Listened to Counterspin and then TUC Radio as I always do on Sunday mornings before getting up and getting ready to drive to breakfast, the temperature reasonably cool, the sun peeking through the clouds, they're saying a problematic day for the fires ahead. Higher winds and maybe some lightening similar to the lightening that started all the fires last weekend. Sort of a normal day anymore in Oakland these days.

Parked, entered the restaurant and settled in at my table on the patio to start on the papers, ordering the single pork chop (the normal menu serving includes two), scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up early to take the usual pictures before driving straight home to take the selfie and settle in here at the computer. Found the fan I'd ordered from Amazon had been delivered while I was at breakfast and so we'll assemble it when we finish here.

Later. The fan pretty much snapped together right out of the box after I opened it and it's now pushing air to where I'm sitting. Good.

Watched the golf tournament on and off until it went off the air when it was delayed by rain and so spent the rest of the afternoon watching that series on the tablet, running out of interest, finally, when the ongoing stream of “humorous” characters finally went from not funny to burdensome. The same plot line you find in most of the detective series, the minor characters that are there to add humor in the mix of murder, but tend to drive me up the wall in most instances. I'm not sure it's because writing scripts is hard or if it's writing scripts for me is harder still.

But you digress.

I do.

Evening. Stayed up to watch Endeavor at nine, cutting out not quite at the very end when the bad guy had been taken care of and the mystery resolved. Not worth staying up until almost eleven to finish this one.