Saturday. Awoke to repeat the “awaken at five, blink three times and awaken at six-fifteen” routine, getting up to walk to breakfast on another cold, but clear morning, the eyes watering as I arrived five minutes earlier than usual to find the restaurant dark, but the door by the dining area open again, sitting down to discover I'd forgotten to bring the reading glasses. Hmm. I did note the gas prices had dropped four cents a gallon for regular and I'd need to cross the street and take a picture as I was leaving, but had forgotten this by the time I'd finished. Another memory glitch. They're not stopping.

OK, could still read without the glasses, but slowly and with some effort. Had the waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, this time with butter and syrup, finishing up the papers by eight-thirty and breezing out the door, the mind completely blank about crossing the street for that gas price picture. What the hell, we'll go back later today, an excuse to get out again.

Sunny and still cold walking home, still flowers blooming below the Lakeshore school, still Lime scooters waiting for riders by the lake, the photographer still screwing up his selfie after entering the apartment house lobby. Not a memory glitch, just sloppy chop off the top of your head photography.

Still, the sun shining, a good day for a walk is the thought, maybe by the farmers market and head on to take that gas sign picture for the image link up above. Silly stuff, but it does seem to keep us amused.

Later. A walk to the lake and then by the farmers market to head on to take a picture of the gas station sign only to find the display almost invisible in the light when I looked the picture later on the computer. Ah, well. There's always taking one tomorrow at breakfast again providing the price doesn't change.

Didn't bother with the backpack for the camera, as there were crowds of people pretty much throughout the trip, took a couple of pictures going and coming along the sidewalk to include one of a window display beyond the theater toward the gas station sign and another shot of the young drummer who sets up every Saturday at the corner of Grand and MacArthur by the 580 Overpass, the vision a little jittery through the whole trip.

A couple of more shots by the lake and then home. Thought of picking up a grilled chicken sandwich at the burger drive-in, but opted instead to head straight back to the apartment.

Evening. Sat and watched more Martin Beck episodes, nothing else on television or the tablet that appealed. Not sure if that's a sign I'm getting smarter or dumber with time, although the latter seems more likely. Still, not a bad day, lights out at ten, another Saturday wrapped up here in sunny Oakland, the last Saturday of the year.