Monday. To bed early and to sleep early - no interest, thought or energy to watch anything on the tablet - awakening at quarter past six, after a good night's rest. I'm not sure I'm not indeed getting a good night's sleep overall and suspect I'm tracking it more closely than needed. Some nights you get more, some nights you get less. Still, gives us something to talk about in the mornings, I guess.

From the look of the streets and sidewalks we got some rain last night. Not very much, they were forecasting maybe a tenth of an inch, if that, but the sky was clear and the sun was coming up as I set out walking to breakfast. Not too cold, although the eyes were blearing up a bit.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, still on our morning take no chances breakfast routine. A brief thought of ordering something a bit more dangerous, but just a brief thought in passing. So we're on track with breakfast.

The gas station across the way had been displaying a five cent increase in the price of regular, but the sign was blank when I left and so blank sign pictures. The East Bay Times had a story suggesting we might get as much as an eighty cent increase by summer if the oil cartel clamp down on production holds up and the switch to the California summer gasoline environmental blend starts on the first of April. Eighty cents is a lot, although it really doesn't have any effect on someone like me who doesn't really drive anymore.

The Saigon restaurant had its usual small offering outside their door, the rain in the paper plate an indication of how much rain we got last night. Another picture or two of the clothing store window because I can't seem to pass it without taking a picture. Home now to figure out what to do with the rest of what looks to be a decent day and similarly sunny week on the way.

Later. A walk to the burger drive-in thinking a grilled chicken sandwich, taking a single picture by the lake on the way, before standing at the counter to wait for them to take the order, standing long enough to decide a grilled chicken sandwich wasn't such a clever idea after all and so headed out the door to the 7-11 look-alike.

A grumpy old man acting up? Felt you were being ignored?

Maybe a touch of that, but more waiting long enough to blow off the idea of the grilled chicken and substitute the idea of a box of Good & Plenty from the look-alike. They, of course, still didn't have any Good & Plenty in stock and so crossed the street to check if they had it at the smaller convenience store at the corner of Grand and Perkins. They too evidently didn't carry it.

And so?

And so I walked home having at least gotten in a short walk to start the afternoon. Not really grumpy, more just a get out the door in any way I could think of on a really nice day, albeit a bit cold. Cool.

Later still. Listened to the news and then started watching a series on the tablet that sucked me right in without any complaining. Every now and then it happens.

Evening. Watched Democracy Now! out of habit and then retired to the bedroom again to continue with that series on the tablet. Up to check out the Endeavour episode at seven-fifty and then Charlie Rose at eight. Ten minutes of Endeavour (finally using the correct English spelling) and then switching to the Charlie Rose interview with the Lawrence Summers and that was enough.