Friday. Lights out after nine-thirty to awaken at six-fifteen, none of the night before that's half awake watching of the clock. OK, not raining and so a good walk to breakfast, the sky clear and looking as if we'd be getting some sun in another few minutes. So good.

The chicken-apple sausage, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast because that was all that came into mind. Nothing too scary in the papers. Well, nothing more than the usual scary goings on in the papers and so a good breakfast and a good walk home, the sun indeed up, the world setting out on another Friday here in Oakland.

Or something like that.

The Vietnamese restaurant had put out another offering by its door and so a picture walking home. Should have taken one walking in as a piece of fruit had been picked up since I'd passed it earlier walking in leaving the now lone remaining apple lying in the dirt. Another picture of a bicycle locked to a stand, more because I haven't seen one in quite a while since so many bicycles had been vandalized at this stand in the past. Let's hope its owner doesn't leave it overnight. Hi, ho. A couple of more pictures on the rest of the way home.

Later. This week's New Yorker arrived yesterday and for some reason I was taken by its cover representation of Trumps current “shithole” statements. Not sure why, but it stopped me and got me thinking more than many others focusing on the issue. Ah, well.

Still sunny now that it's the middle of the afternoon. No venturing out to do this or that, nothing on television and so listening to the radio and puttering around.

In other words doing absolutely nothing.

I try not to obsess too much over that.

Evening. Nothing on television. I checked the Inspector George Gently that started at seven and realized I'd seen it before and didn't need to see it again, but stuck around in the living room long enough to also look at the DCI Banks that started at eight-thirty. Wondered if it was my growing older thinking would the much younger I have watched these in the past?

Well, turns out you have watched most of these in the past. Right?

I do keep saying that. Anyway, eight-thirty, time for bed and so lights out to listen to the nine o'clock BBC news broadcast on PBS. Seems they've not managed to pass a spending bill, just in time for tomorrow's Women's March.