Saturday. A decent night's sleep. I'm pretty sure. Awoke at six-ten to get up easily enough and get out the door to breakfast, the sky clear, the temperature warm. They're saying record breaking temperatures into the low seventies for the next several days, days without rain. What happened to winter?

Had the hamburger patty, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Seemed right. Read the papers more quickly than usual and so back home to think about the Oakland Lunar New Year Bazaar coming up today and tomorrow, taking but a couple of pictures after documenting the four cent regular gas price hike while walking.

Later. Tired, really tired, and so crashed on the bed for an hour. Got up to head to the Lunar New Year Bazaar after much cajoling, packing a camera in the backpack and heading out the door to find it was too warm to be running around in a light jacket and so returned to the apartment to lie, well, down again. Did I mention I was tired? Why so tired? Checked the blood pressure, 94/69. Too low, but I'd been lying down just before taking it and so got up after a while to check it again after walking back and forth to the living room. 107/74. From experience good enough and so it's not the problem.

Back to bed to listen to the radio and thus has gone another afternoon without pictures. Weird and worrisome.

Evening. Was intrigued by the description of the PBS Saturday night movie at eight, Julia with Jane Fonda and Jason Robards playing Lillian Hellman and Dashiel Hammett released in 1977 and so stayed awake to watch the first ten or so minutes. Either I was still too wasted tired to follow along or the beginning just didn't hold my interest and so back to bed with lights out well before nine. Why so tired?