Saturday. I stayed up until ten watching Narcos - Mexico episodes last night, a little later than I'd have liked, but awakened at ten minutes after six, right on target. Maybe stay up until ten again, if we want to awaken on time.

Good luck with that.

I know, I know. Up and out the door on another cold but clear morning, bundled up this time with half the clothes I have in the closet, still some eye watering, arriving to find the restaurant dark, but one of the kitchen employees having left the dining area door open and so turned on the dining area lights and settled in at my table to start the papers before the first waitress arrived.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast and coffee for breakfast, to finish up by eight-thirty, and set out for home. The usual sidewalk picture, a snapshot of a group of children dressed in safety patrol outfits in front of the Grand Lake theater and then on with an out of focus yellow rose and Lime scooters parked by the lake. (Yes, we still think about these photo subjects and why we're still shooting them over and over.) Home by nine to mess with this.

There's a SantaCon today in front of the San Francisco City Hall and, I'm very much suspect, I won't be going for the usual wanting to hide here inside reasons. We will get out for a proper walk, though. Some effort is needed for shirking on the walking. You'd think.

Later. A walk over to the lake taking a camera in the backpack, more for psychological reasons than any need to hide it as I descended my hill, taking pictures of a group of volunteers cleaning crap out of the lake and then on to the white column pergola to find the Capoeira people working out.

On then by “Drummer Boy Aaron”, set up as usual beside MacArthur at the 580 Overpass, to the farmer's market to buy a waffle square topped with Nutella and whipped cream. The waffle square was what got me out in the first place, the head a little wobbly through this entire trip. Not sure it can be blamed on this morning's breakfast, but to bed when I got back and finished watching the Narcos - Mexico series on the tablet. Felt better when I got up, but marginally. Such is life. These days.

Evening. What I've been calling the Narcos series I learn is actually titled the Narcos - Mexico series as there's another series titled Narcos alone and it, so far, from what I've now seen, isn't nearly as good. I'd in fact deserted it some time ago in the first episode and only learned that now. Miles and miles of difference between the two so I went back and corrected my earlier errors.

A bath in the late afternoon to then spend more time with the tablet. There was nothing on television and so to bed after eight. Now to see how I keep the lights on and the eyes open until ten.