Monday. Lights out at a decent hour last night, but leading to an uneven night's sleep, awakening briefly to look at the clock too many times to recall. Awoke at six-twelve, however, three minutes before the alarm was due to sound, but getting up relatively coherent to set out for breakfast on a cold, but not overly cold morning. The restaurant was dark, but for the back kitchen light, and so entered through the dining area door, turned on the lights and opened the papers. Seems from the local papers’ front page stories that the '49'ers had won yesterday's game.

Finished up at eight forty-five and walked home, snapping a picture of the usual flower, a bicycle rider stopped at the Grand Lake theater traffic light and of one of but two scooters parked by Lake Merritt, the eyes by this time watering more than they had walking in. Not sure why.

A selfie in the lobby. (I feel I need to run a goofy one now and again as I have no compunction about running goofy ones of others. What's good for the goose is good for....) Upstairs to cringe a bit over yesterday's entry and its lack of clarity before posting.

I learned from a television news story linked on the local NextDoor app, that a woman had been killed in the 580 Overpass accident, hit by a second car with three men inside, all of whom ran and disappeared without offering help, the news story suggesting they were riding in a stolen car. Hope they get the bastards.

Nothing on the schedule for the day, maybe we'll get out again later, maybe we won't.

Later. Television, tablet and news programs and suddenly the afternoon had slipped right on by.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed early, well before eight.