Sunday. Lights out not long after eight to awaken then at five forty-five after a long, good or bad, night's rest. I'm assuming good, as the “tiredness” I was whining about all day yesterday wasn't in evidence. I don't think.

Anyway a drive to breakfast to have the French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee again for breakfast. Not sure why, but it called out to me after having it Friday. Something a little new in the mix.

Read the papers and drove home under a partly cloudy sky, the weather people saying a high in the low seventies again, sitting here now checking this “do I feel tired” business and thinking we've dodged yesterday's bullet. Sobering, having days like yesterday. Hope they don't become too familiar, or, if they do, they take their sweet time in arriving.

You're drifting.

You'd drift too after yesterday's experience.

The Oakland Lunar New Year Bazaar is running again today, will I go for photographs? So far, not sure, not because of the tiredness but because I need to go by an ATM before breakfast tomorrow and want to watch the Super Bowl later after three. Still, having missed shooting yesterday, how can I not take pictures today when the head is relatively clear and the energy seems there? (Will I find a way?)

Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway and then a return bus to the 7-11 look-alike thinking an ice cream bar, but for some reason passed it by and walked the rest of the way home. A little wobbly, but nothing like yesterday, although I haven't been able to generate any interest in photographing the Lunar New Year Bazaar.

So what adventuresome to do in it's place? Well, watched the golf tournament on channel 5 that ended in a one hole playoff and then turned to watch the Super Bowl.

Later still. OK, a great game all the way in every play. Not having followed either team, other than watching some of the playoffs, I'm not sure whom I'm hoping would win and with a game like this one I'm not sure it matters.

Evening. Game over, the head reasonably clear, I'd guess even clearer than it was earlier. Went through some storage boxes and discovered some of my old Uncle Robert columns in the U.W. Daily. One or two made me smile. Surprised me a little. I was wondering what my reaction to them might be these fifty years later.