Saturday. Lights out early. Didn't want to watch anything on the tablet, tired and all that, and so an uneven but decent night's sleep to finally awaken at six-thirty. A bit of a surprise as I'd awakened at five-thirty and turned the radio on down low, but then zonked out and then suddenly the hour had gone by.

A walk to breakfast at seven, not particularly cold, but then I'd bundled up in full winter mode. Passed by a group of Black-crowned Night Herons clustered around whatever that thing was on the sidewalk and so a couple of pictures.

The eggs Benedict, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, ordering an order of toast as I convinced myself I was hungry. Not sure what that was about. Toast comes as part of the other menu items, but they count the English muffin as toast with the various Benedict orders.

People need to know that?

Other than the news, that was the excitement for the morning. A walk home under a bright sun, some recollection there's a demonstration of some kind at noon in front of the San Francisco City Hall and so maybe we'll gear up our courage and head out to take some pictures.

Later. Best I didn't set out for the San Francisco City Hall and walked instead to the Lakeshore ATM, as the vision was flaky and the head in a bubble. Stopped at the ice cream shop for two scoops in a paper cup, went on to the ATM, walked back by the lake to sit for a bit to get the act back together and then home. Inside the vision is perfect (well, nothing going on with it, everything in focus, none of the double vision stuff), I'm tired, but otherwise feeling pretty good.

Nothing on television, worked on the two city worker strike sections for a short while before giving up to continue with a series I'd started yesterday on the tablet.

Evening. Lights out just after nine.