Sunday. Lights out after eight and to sleep not long after nine, so I was legitimately tired yesterday, awakening around six to get up and drive to breakfast, arriving at seven, the lights out, but the door to the dining area open and so turned on the dining room lights and settled in with the papers.

The corned beef, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, coming in almost two pounds under the target on the scale this morning. I seem to miscalculate the calories in the food I'm eating more often than not and so surprise myself when I come in lower than I'd been expecting. Not complaining, you understand, this weight business is a complicated business best left to the experts.

Finished up just after nine and drove home, taking a picture of the gas station area and sign as I always do to put behind the link up above on the left, but for the first time cutting out the gas station sign itself altogether from the picture. How in the hell did I manage that? Just careless? Closing my eyes when shooting the picture?

Kamila Harris is kicking off her run for the presidency at noon in Frank Ogawa Plaza. I should really attend with a camera.

Later. Another decent day, the temperatures in the upper sixties, and so I spent the time watching a golf tournament on television and didn't stir an inch until around four when I walked over to the lake because I find I can't bullshit myself about going outside and then not go now and again.

Good energy, well, reasonable energy, but the head and vision were jittery, which doesn't lead to better pictures. I'd blown off going to the Kamila Harris speech in front of the Oakland City Hall, using bus route detours and restaurants not open for lunch at the City Center on Sundays as excuses and, if the head had been feeling the way it was at the lake, then best I hadn't gone.

Anyway, lots of people, lots of drummers, a group filming a video of some kind with people in costume (they waved me off from shooting their pictures), but took snapshots of the drummers and others before heading back to the apartment and lying down with the tablet for the rest of the afternoon.

Evening. The first newspaper reports are saying that twenty thousand people showed up for the Kamila Harris announcement and so best I'd stayed home. I'm no longer in a place where I want to deal with large crowds with limited access anymore, at least not today and, I'm afraid, even less so in the future.

Time with the tablet again after striking out with a German detective thing with English subtitles that started at six, to bed before eight, lights out by nine-thirty.