Saturday. A bit uneven, last night's sleep, but awake at ten minutes to six to get up and head out the door on another cold but clear morning, arriving to find the restaurant dark at five minutes to seven, but the dining area door open and so turned on the lights and settled in with the papers.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up fairly early at eight-thirty and so documented the four cent increase in the price of regular before heading home, thinking maybe I should have used the restaurant rest room before heading out. A large breakfast has in the past signaled the alimentary canal that we weren't going to starve and so it's OK to get rid of what it's been holding onto now for a while.

And?

It was a race to the apartment, let me tell you, ending up in something of a tie. A bath and a little cleaning up and all was well, but we're not setting out for home again if I find there's any doubt.

There's a Hands Off Venezuela demonstration downtown at Frank Ogawa Plaza at noon and the San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade later at five that I should have been thinking about that when I ordered the pork chop, not that it necessarily had anything to do with the tiredness that took over after posting yesterday's entry and sent me to bed to lie down for thirty minutes, but I've told myself in the past to have the waffle and fruit if I need to have a clear head later. Didn't even occur to me at the restaurant.

And?

Later. Hungry and so used it to get me out the door, catch the bus and arrive downtown twenty minutes before twelve, leaving enough time to get a chicken Caesar salad and coffee at the bagel shop, eating it at an outside table. Finished up by noon and walked to the plaza to take pictures for forty minutes, enough time it turns out to have generated enough photographs for a web section.

Back home to process the pictures, finishing by four and feeling much better, the tiredness now gone, but not enough gone to want to take BART to San Francisco and photograph the forming up of the parade. Sobering, but clearly not a surprise. I more than suspect that photographic events taking place at a distance are no longer in the cards.

Evening. So, worked straight through on today's photographs, finishing the web section and posting it to HereInOakland, we'll get to ArtAndLife tomorrow. Converting the one to the other doesn't take very long.

Otherwise, for a day that started out feeling “tired”, the day has ended well, even with crapping out on the Chinese New Year Parade.

Checked out an Italian series on television at seven, not horrible, but bailed after ten minutes and went to bed by eight to see if there was anything I wanted to continue on the tablet, put aside the tablet and turned out the lights.

A day with little television and almost no time with the tablet, happily processing pictures and feeling just fine, thank you, at least after returning from photographing the Venezuela demonstration. Be nice to see more days feeling this way on the horizon.