Tuesday. Lights out again by ten, but setting the alarm for six-thirty, as I had a dermatologist's appointment at nine and wanted to get to breakfast early enough so I could then drive directly to the appointment when I was finished. And that's pretty much the way it went, except I awoke at quarter after six, no need for the alarm.

It started raining last night, as forecast, a very light rain while driving to breakfast, a little harder when I was finished and on the way to the appointment, harder still when I drove home.

The dermatologist said all seemed well, the skin in pretty good shape (who knows whether or not he says that to everyone), come back in a year's time and we'll take another look. So good. I guess.

Later. A walk in the rain to the burger drive-in to bring home a grilled chicken sandwich. Hungry, but still needed to talk myself into it. Tracked down a problem I've been having with a reinstalled program since I rebuilt the boot drive, calling their support section finally to figure it out. I'd slipped through the cracks on their customer database, but now I'm found. And functional.

Remembered to run the weekly Protime blood thinner test, the results good, calling the number into their automated system. I wonder how many people there are in this world who run this test? Not many, I hope. It is a hassle. Then again, if you need it, you're lucky to have it. (And best to remember that.)

Sitting here now listening to the news, futzing with the small V1 camera (did I lose the flash cover in trundling it around in my jacket pocket?) and keeping myself amused. No complaints. Rain off and on, the mail, as always, late. Another day, across the bay, near the end of the rainbow city sitting here in Oakland.

Can we still call San Francisco the “End Of The Rainbow” now that none of the youngsters coming in from all over can afford to live there?

They debate that endlessly in the local papers. And, I'm afraid, being so close by, we're well into the same fate with the rents doubling and landlords eying their tenants and thinking of ways to get us out of their rent controlled apartments.

Surely you mean those “other” landlords and not ours.

Indeed. So far, so good.

Later still. Not sure why, but a walk to the 7-11 look-alike for a pint of ice cream and a box of Good & Plenty, why I needed or wanted to eat them I can't say. But I did. Which resulted in an uneasy sort of move toward an ocular migraine like period later. I'd forgotten I've had these, nothing over the top, but had these in the past after a pint of strawberry Häagen-Dazs.

You do this “slipped your mind” a lot.

One of the last “take a walk on the wild side” avenues left open to us.

Evening. Watched the first half of Charlie Rose before heading to bed. Nothing much on the tablet, although I was experiencing the results of the ice cream earlier, and so lights out. Just like that.