It is another bright and sunny day, hey, here in Oakland. I had breakfast at the usual place before coming home and taking a nap. One does not want to forgo one's naps just because the sun is shining and I'd gotten a good night's sleep. Went to the local theater and watched Michael Clayton last night as I was antsy and needed to get out of the apartment. This happens now and again. The movie was OK, enjoyed it, wouldn't place in on the all time favorites list, but it has its moments. Written, as I see, by the fellow who did the Bourne series of movies, although this one doesn't have the manic pace. But I ramble without imparting anything you can use to decide whether you want to see it. I have a similar problem is describing the books I've read, babble, babble, babble....

Meeting with some of the usual crew after (they leave) work this evening at Harrington's to imbibe a few and find out what's been going on in my absence. I'd normally stay home this evening and listen to the election coverage with interest (for some reason I've followed elections with more than ordinary attention, perhaps because I'm old enough to remember Kennedy (and his assassination), his brother (and his assassination before becoming President), Nixon (and his avoidance of jail), Carter (too bad about the hostages old top), Reagan (his declaration of an overt war on FDR's creation of the middle class and a sub rosa war against any democratic tendencies breaking out in South America), Bush (the one who didn't invade Iraq), Clinton (what's with all the budget surpluses?), Bush II (who did invade Iraq) and now, well, one hopes a Democrat. Good luck with that.

Evening. A late afternoon nap thinking I'd skip Harrington's, a drive around five to the downtown and a BART ride to Harrington's for a Guinness or two with the usual crew, a trip back after nine, here now listening to the election results at ten. Ten-thirty. Past my bedtime. How embarrassing.