Saturday. Awakened briefly too early at five, but then nodded off and awakened for good at six-thirty, running late. Better to have gotten the sleep. Off to breakfast just before seven, coming up on the fitness club just as it had opened, arriving at ten after seven to find the restaurant still dark, but the door to the dining area open and so turned on the lights and settled down to wait over the papers for the waitresses to arrive.

Ordered the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries for breakfast, thinking to take no chances with a late morning reaction to any of their grilled meat or cheese entries and end up bailing on the Women’s March because of it, finishing up by eight-thirty to set out for home shooting pictures of everything in sight. A good sign, shooting everything in sight, to include sidewalk, scooters and out of focus selfies.

Later. OK, it was a long day by one in the afternoon. A bus to 20th Street at Broadway and then a walk along the blocked off area on Broadway by the City Hall and then on to the City Center to have a turkey and Swiss poppy seed bagel sandwich and a small coffee at one of the bagel shop's outside tables, all the while listening to the sound of helicopters and marchers’ drums in the distance, finishing up in time to see the marchers streaming into Frank Ogawa (Oscar Grant) Plaza just in time to start taking pictures.

Walked around shooting for forty minutes, thinking I'd definitely gotten enough this time to put together a web section and, since there was a mile walk to get to the bus stop at Grand and Webster, best to stop shooting then to not totally wear myself out in walking back. Ended up walking all the way home, arriving tired as tired can be. Well, tired, more so than most.

After lying down for fifteen minutes, downloaded and reviewed the pictures. Lots of people with signs and posters, but not many I'd consider decent of the people who were carrying them. What had I been thinking in feeling I'd gotten more than enough good ones? The eye going soft as well as the brain? Can't spot a photograph anymore?

Evening. Tired, yes, but tired because of a good long outing. Processed only a few of the pictures, we'll get to the rest through the weekend and suspend judgment until after we've gone through them. Nothing on television other than old Law & Order, Special Victims Unit episodes, many of which I find it hard to take, since it involves attacks against women and children, and so to bed early to turn the lights out early and see if we can get to sleep early after all this running around.