Monday. Lights out around nine to get a pretty good night's sleep, no awakening at two in the morning to then glance at the clock to count the minutes as they passed, awakening for good just after six. Overcast (what else?), but a decent enough day to drive to breakfast and wonder if the meters were running on this Martin Luther King holiday. The Chronicle mentioned they were running in San Francisco and so I got up while waiting on breakfast to feed the meter, running into a guy who was pulling out from the parking slot in front of the meter who said they weren't running today “because it was a federal holiday”. Hmm. It wasn't a federal holiday in San Francisco? Fuck it, we'll skip feeding the meter and take our chances.

Had the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee breakfast. Couldn't think of anything else on the menu I wanted, although a better choice would have been the oatmeal. Bacon's no good for the ocular stuff, although two strips have never been enough to kick one off and, I suspect, the pigs would appreciate my abstinence.

Bullshit.

We sometimes veer into it this early in the morning.

Finished breakfast, crossed the street to document the two cent drop in the regular price of gas and returned to the car, taking the usual pictures. Overcast, the mind a bit foggy, but the attitude good and there's a Martin Luther King gathering and march later at Frank Ogawa Plaza. So maybe we'll go and get some pictures.

Later. Tired, the sinus-upper palate acting up, but mostly tired, managing to talk myself out the door to catch the bus to Frank Ogawa Plaza, but stood and waited at the stop to finally realize it had either come early before I'd arrived or it wasn't coming at all. Back to the apartment to lie down and blow off taking the trip.

Still, lying there realizing if I didn't get out today, well, maybe this would signal an end to these photo sessions altogether and so talked myself into getting up with the rationale if it didn't work out, I'd pick up a bunch of Chap-stick (going through a lot of Chap-stick these days) and return right home. Which I did, arriving to find a crowd gathering, a crowd that grew quite large by the time I left after taking pictures and then getting lunch at the bagel shop in the City Center. Can't call it much of an outing, but I think I got enough pictures for a web section. When's the last time I've come up with a web section?

Home to process pictures. Still tired, not physically tired, although I did do some running around, but wanting to lie down on the bed tired without being able to get to sleep. But enough. We'll look at all this business again tomorrow, put off any more of this whinging until then.

Evening. Feel better, although I'm never sure “better” doesn't come about just by sitting around for an hour or so here at the apartment. Watched the last half of a movie earlier on the tablet after processing pictures and perhaps that helped as well. Round and round. Maybe blame some of it on the bath I took before setting out earlier, although I can't imagine why or how.

Nothing on television, skipped the Father Brown, skipped it the last time this particular episode ran. How many times have I said that in the past?