Monday. I was tired and did get to sleep not long after nine, awakening then at ten minutes to six to get up, check the weather (clear skies) and drive to breakfast. No parking meters on Martin Luther King's birthday.

Arrived at five minutes before seven, but there was a worker in the back kitchen and the door to the dining around open and so went inside to turn on the lights and start on the papers. Wanted to order something more substantial than the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, but nothing else appealed and so it along with coffee was this morning's breakfast. Remembered only later that there was a Martin Luther King event going on all day today at the Oakland City Hall ands best I'd bailed on any of their fried entries.

Ah, well.

Ah, well. Finished up close to nine and drove home, the sun bright.

Later. The buses were way off schedule late this morning and the one I missed would have delivered me to the City Hall in time to shoot pictures of the crowd for half an hour or so before they set out marching, but the one I managed to catch delivered me just as the tail end of the march was heading down Broadway. Ah, well. I'd lucked out with the Women’s March, can't count on luck if you're going to consistently get any pictures.

Over to the City Center and another turkey and Swiss poppy seed bagel sandwich and coffee, but inside the bagel shop this time. It was cold out, bright sun or not. Finished up and headed to the City Hall taking pictures of something they were setting up on the amphitheater stage, what it is I have no idea.

More wandering around, people at tables, various Black Lives Matters, homeless and sanctuary support groups in evidence and so a few pictures before setting out up Broadway to go by the ATM and then on home, no luck with the buses. Not a day for buses.

Home now to crash, listen to the news, process pictures and take it easy. A little fuzzy, but otherwise feeling reasonably good, given what reasonably good looks like these days. They're saying clear skies and no rain through next Monday. We can more than live with next Monday.

Evening. Ah, the odd construction on the City Hall amphitheater is an art installation, a Guns to Shovels Ceremony, that started at five. Would have been nice to attend, although even the less fuzzy headed I would have had thoughts about attending after dark. The much younger me would have been there without a second thought.

Still working on the glucose testing device. I suspect the battery is dead, so we get another battery and see if we can get the thing to work. Still curious enough to get off my butt and do it, but just.

Watched an episode of Foyle's War I suspect I've seen before, but it was good enough to keep me watching until it ended at eight-thirty. A good time to go to bed.