Sunday. To sleep soon enough to awaken finally for good at ten minutes to six, right on target if you discount some of the brief periods I awoke in the earlier morning. Seems OK, though, no complaints. Up and out the door to drive to breakfast, arriving just before seven to find the restaurant open and so settled in to wade through the Sunday papers, feeling good.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee because I couldn't think of anything else on the menu. Been harder lately to hear anything that calls out. Maybe just the mood as it all goes down without complaint. Finished up around nine to drive straight home instead of going by the supermarket. Nothing I immediately need from the market, although there were a couple of soon to be necessary items I could have picked up. “Put it off until the last minute” seems ever more the norm anymore.

Took the selfie, edited and posted yesterday's entry and now we have another Sunday ahead. They were working on the construction site just up my street yesterday, maybe stick my nose out the door and see why they were there on a weekend.

Later. A walk to the construction site up the street to take a series of pictures, holding the camera up over my head to clear the fence while shading the display with my hand against the sun. Excuses, in other words, for less than well framed photographs. They were indeed pumping cement all day yesterday. Back to the apartment to continue watching the WGC Tournament.

For some reason just got up, packed a camera in the backpack and headed to the bus stop to catch a bus to the Broadway ATM after checking the bus schedule and seeing one was due in six minutes. Approaching Grand I remembered the Broadway ATM wasn't accessible on weekends. OK. Stopped. Thought about that for a while, turned around to walk back to the apartment and then turned around again and walked to the Lakeshore ATM. Drove to breakfast this morning and so owed myself a walk was the thought. Back home to watch the rest of that golf tournament.

Evening. To bed just after eight, nothing on television. Skipped out on the KQED political interview on the radio at nine and so lights out, radio off, but no sign of sleep. Still awake at ten. Then eleven.