Saturday. Lights out and to sleep after nine to then awaken at a quarter to six, a bit early, but not a bad night's rest. I'm guessing. Rain and gusting wind when I awoke and so drove to breakfast, arriving at five minutes to seven to find the restaurant dark, but with a light on with someone in the kitchen, the dining area door again open and so entered to settle down at the table and start reading the papers before the rest of the staff arrived.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries with coffee for breakfast, finishing up at eight-forty to head back to the car and drive home. Light rain both ways driving, the Weather Underground web site saying rain again starting later this afternoon. There's a Flower Market Fair & Mini Procession starting at ten this morning in San Francisco's Chinatown that I won't be attending and so we're settled here inside for the rest of the day and I suspect through tomorrow. I suspect we'll survive.
Later. Watched the PGA tournament for most of the afternoon. Played some golf just to see what it was like when I was in high school, but didn't continue after a few outings, haven't had any desire to play it since. I was on the college bowling team my first two years in school and we'd travel with the golf team for away games, but that was all the contact I've had since. Find I like to watch it on television though, not something I'd have guessed.
No rain out there, some sun now and again with sporadic gusts of wind, the weather people saying the rain will start around five.
Evening. The evenings are as predictable as my first thing in the morning breakfasts. Watched a German detective thing at six, skipped an Italian detective thing that followed and retired to the bedroom and the tablet. Saturday nights aren't very good for radio programs and so turned the lights out not long after nine. For how many nights now has that description of our habits held true?