Friday. To sleep reasonably soon after turning out the lights around nine-thirty to sort of awaken starting at five-thirty and finally awakening for good at five minutes to six in time to listen to the KPFA five minute news and the start of Democracy Now! at six, the sky overcast, but no sign of rain. Out the door to walk to breakfast. Took a picture of the Ford Go-bike rack this time, only seven bikes in place, to arrive just before seven, the restaurant open with people inside. Well, the usual one other customer, but more to come.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the weight at exactly the 150 target on the scale this morning, not that that had any particular effect on the choice.

No babbling now.

What else can tracking exactly what you had for breakfast and your weight be other than babble?

Finished up by about eight-forty and set out for home, still overcast, but the sky lightening up. Another picture of the Go-bike rack with four fewer bikes in evidence, whatever that may mean. One last rather beat up looking flower in poor focus, followed by three bicyclists at the 580 Overpass light and the line of Lime scooters by the lake before arriving home and taking a self portrait to complete the usual morning babbling, feeling reasonably good.

A dentist appointment later this afternoon at two, right when the weather people are projecting rain, the usual wish I didn't have to drive in evidence, although in reasonable control. Not sure how you deal with that: argue with it, tamp it down, whatever. A result of a bunch of changes in this life, I suspect, a touch of PSTD on top of whatever else creeps into the aging pot.

Later. OK, out the door at twenty after one to drive to the appointment finding quite a bit of traffic when I got to Highway 80, not quite stop and go, but certain slow and go, to arrive at ten minutes to two, later than I have in the past. Wonder of wonders my hygienist hadn't had a one o'clock and so she took me right in, finishing up at twenty minutes before three and so back to the apartment, the traffic better going home, the traffic heading out from the city twice as bad as it had been when I'd driven in. Life in California, at least this end of California.

No rain now at six, the news people have been projecting high winds and flooded streets, particularly in areas affected by the fires. Best to be home right now I think.

Evening. Wind and raining now. Watched pieces of half a dozen series I've been watching on and off on the tablet. They hold my interest for maybe ten to thirty minutes and then I put them aside and look back later, sometimes weeks later. Not sure this is a good sign. Stayed up long enough to check out the Inspector Morse episode at eight and managed to last some fifteen minutes before another fund raising break appeared and I disappeared. Enough for one now rainy night.