Saturday. And I did get to bed early, before nine, and got to sleep, if not in a snap, then pretty quickly for all that. Awake at ten to six to get up and consider driving for all of about a second before setting out walking to breakfast on a still overcast morning, but (they're saying) going to be sunny day later today and through the weekend.

The waffle with butter and syrup, fruit cup and coffee, just to have something different. Read the papers and set off home, taking the usual set of pictures, the farmers market underway after eight and another batch of scattered car window glass in the parking lot below my apartment. Another Saturday, in other words. Nothing on the schedule today, although there is a demonstration in front of the San Francisco City Hall tomorrow. We can use the pictures.

If you can get your head together to actually go and photograph it.

There's always something you have to deal with, reality being well up there on the list.

Later. So far, so good, although there's nothing on television I've found that doesn't drive me up the walls. Which doesn't mean much other than I'm probably not going to be watching anything other than the news for the future and then, given what's happening in the world, less and less of that. The one curious thought is that it doesn't seem to make me particularly upset and, for all my complaining, the afternoon has toddled itself along quite well.

Evening. Continued reading Larry Gonick's (and Tim Kasser's) Hyper-Capitalism Larry, whom I'd met in the seventies at the old Rip Off Press when they were publishing his The Cartoon History of the Universe, he and his wife living a couple of streets over from the old Rip Off Ranch flat on Potrero Hill. Roped me in, actually, well worth the reading. Same with an article that also arrived today in the new Rolling Stone.

I've been futzing with the fact I don't read books anymore. The papers, yes, the endless news web sites, but books, no novels. They say Millennials no longer read books when compared with earlier generations (like mine), so is my falling off the wagon due to advancing age or my being swallowed by the digital now?

Many might argue reading a magazine article and a graphic novel aren't really quite the same as reading a book.

Some new year resolutions require you to sneak up on them one baby step at a time.