Tuesday. A decent night's sleep, awakening at six to get up and get out to drive to breakfast, arriving at six-thirty or so and leaving at eight, just as the meters kicked in. So good, the usual and usually safe plain waffle with sliced fruit, mixed fruit cup and coffee for breakfast feeling pretty much OK, but that was about it, as it was down hill thereafter.

The diarrhea was in its very last stages, which is good, but last stages still make for discomfort, which is not good. Out the door early to catch the bus downtown and get off at Latham Square, feeling a bit light headed. Pictures at Latham Square, they seem to be digging the place up all over again, and into the Rotunda building to deliver the forms for the colonoscopy (we're now scheduled to have the thing on the 21st, no other date available) and then head for the stairwell window to take more Latham pictures.

While dropping off the forms I realized I was feeling spacey. Descending the stairwell after taking the pictures at the landing between the 3rd and 4th floor, I blacked out briefly, sitting down abruptly on the stairs, getting up then without any damage, but still wobbly. Blacking out for a second is not a good sign, concerned more in retrospect than at the time.

Out the Rotunda building door to take one or two more pictures, but still wobbly and so ducking into a coffee shop and sit with a small cup of coffee. The bus wasn't due to arrive for another twenty minutes. Wait a minute! The idea was to also pick up that prescription refill. OK. Still spacey. Leave the coffee unfinished, pick up the prescription refill, wait for the bus for but two minutes to spare as I arrived at the stop, home to crawl into bed. Spacey. Wobbly.

All this, out and back, done before eleven. Less than an hour lying on the bed to get the head back together, up now that it's afternoon and feeling better, but not ready to run any marathons. Or walk down the way for an ice cream bar. Or maybe take today's apartment house construction site pictures.

That blacking out for a second? Lack of sugar? Most everything I've been eating in the last couple of days has been racing through and out the system. A factor? Probably. Have no idea. We'll take it easy, continue on our “to do” list and think about this. Life in the fast lane, here in Oakland.

Later. The afternoon has been clear headed enough to get us on the good side of the ledger. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and a box of Good & Plenty, thinking, if this mornings brief episode on the stairs had to do with low blood sugar, then ice cream and candy should take care of it. Not that I needed a rationalization.

Went by the apartment house construction site on the way back and took pictures, that fence blocking any access to whatever they're doing in the courtyard. We may be reaching the end of this project because of the fence. For the best, maybe, after all my carping.

Processed the pictures, listened to the usual news programs as I was doing them, now heading into the evening listening to Democracy Now as it plays in the background. Climate change. That and Syria. Not sure listening to all this stuff is good for you, but climate change is scary and needs to be followed. (IMHO)

Evening. Didn't want to watch Charlie Rose interview Hillary Clinton for an hour starting at eight and so went to bed with a stomach ache, real, continuous, doesn't feel all that good stomach ache. Let's hope this day is a one off.