Friday. Awoke at six-twenty after a somewhat uneven night's sleep, albeit similar to many another recent nights, to get up and hustle just a bit to head out walking to breakfast on a sunny and not overly cold, but still crisp, morning, arriving by seven to sit down with the papers and start reading.

The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee this time, finishing up at close to nine and head off home, passing by what looked to be the same group of teachers picketing below the Lakeside school, many cars honking in support as they passed them by.

Home to take another selfie, post yesterday's entry and think about maybe heading to an ATM to get outside again today.

Later. A glance at the NextBus app to see one was due in four minutes. It takes three minutes to walk to the stop and so put on the jacket and camera backpack and headed down the hill, the bus arriving in more like six minutes, but still, not much waiting. Missed the bus home by a minute while waiting in line at the ATM and so a brisk walk home, the air cold, but warm enough in the direct sun. And there was plenty of direct sun.

Anyway, not physically tired, not a whit. Didn't lie down to catch up on sleep. Don't feel “tired”. Which is good, although it seems to lead to babbling here.

Evening. Watched something called Homicide Unit Istanbul – The End of Alp Atakan, subtitled, of course, but bailed at eight to listen to a conversation on climate change in the bedroom on NPR. Should have finished the television program as the discussion didn't really go anywhere I haven't been in following it through the news and other sources.

OK, nine o'clock, BBC News, tired of it by ten, best to turn off the lights and see what happens tomorrow in photographing the two events scheduled at the lake and in downtown San Francisco. Will I will or will I won't?