Tuesday. Lights out before ten to awaken at just after six to get up and get ready to drive to breakfast under a light rain, the restaurant open when I arrived and so fed the parking meter and settled down over the papers.

The avocado and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by a quarter to nine, the rain even lighter now as I passed by the teachers picketing below the Lakeside school, the selfie taken in the apartment house lobby, but in focus this time. Thus the day has begun.

Later. Evidently Marin and Sonoma have gotten a ton of rain (five to six inches in some places) in these last twenty-four hours. It's been raining here, but we've gotten less than half an inch, albeit there's more on the way. So there's been no running around outside.

Evening. Watched the eighth and last episode of The Team, a series in Danish, German, Flemish and English, all with English subtitles, a series I first discovered at episode four and so have never really quite figured out exactly what was going on between the various characters. Seems clearer now, but just, not that it really matters. Still, for me a first, a subtitled series in four languages.

And that's your excitement for the evening?

Seems to be. It's raining harder now and so to bed by eight with the tablet, shutting it down and listening to the BBC News at nine.

You really don't comment on all this news you seem to consume day in and day out.

Everyone is already depressed enough as it is, hearing this stuff for every which direction, better to stick with the pedestrian and boring, seasoned with a bit of gibberish.