Sunday. Lights out, but before ten instead of nine, to sleep and then awaken at ten to six on a tule fog morning to drive to breakfast and arrive just as the waitress opened the café. So good. No waiting.

The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast and coffee this time, finishing up after eight-thirty to take but one picture heading to the car. A gathering in front of the San Francisco City Hall at one to support Iran, an opportunity for pictures, but do I want to drive to BART and head over to San Francisco for photographs? Right now I'm thinking not, but I have another hour yet to decide.

Later. Charged the camera batteries, but knew I wasn't going to San Francisco and the Iranian support demonstration and so settled down to an afternoon of pretty much watching football games. I haven't followed football, other than to watch a couple of recent 49ers' games, but chose one to root for (for reasons I can't describe). Enjoyed them, not a bad afternoon.

Evening. When one watches football on Sundays, one watches the two Elementary episodes that follow starting at five, both of which I'd (of course) seen before, but both of which I watched this evening before turning the lights out and heading for bed.