Saturday. Awoke at five forty-five after lights out last night at nine-thirty after a decent night, I guess, and so up to set out for breakfast at the usual time to arrive before seven, the restaurant dark, but for a light back in the kitchen, and so through the open dining area door to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up at close to nine (lots of stuff to keep up on in the papers) to set out for home, passing by another electric motor scooter (the same scooter I'd passed at the same spot yesterday on its side?) to then see another parked just across the street (and another again later on across from the lake). Rentals? Checked the web site when I blew up the photograph on the computer. They call them electric mopeds, a new company bringing another group of rentals to Oakland.

On to take more pictures of flowers in sidewalk containers, a line of Lyft scooters by the lake and then home for the obligatory selfie in the lobby before finishing yesterday's skimpy entry and posting. Some tasks to do this day, we'll know in another paragraph if we get any of them done.

Later. I'd started going through drawers looking for a certified copy of my birth certificate yesterday, needed to get the Real ID required with the driver's license renewal coming up in March, and figured I'd have to pull apart a bunch of stuff starting with the bedroom desk. Found it in under a minute. How had I missed it yesterday? Task for the day done was the thought, might as well go on and tackle some others I've been avoiding now forever.

And that was it for tasks. Continue with other later? Ha!

A walk over to the lake to be able to say I'd at least gotten out of the door to essentially walk the usual loop to the white column pergola and back, feeling crappy and so returning to watch the PGA tournament on television.

Evening. To bed before eight again. Nothing on any of the NPR stations I wanted to listen to and ended up listening to parts of the 1995 Super Bowl game the 49'ers had won back in the days of Steve Young and Jerry Rice on an AM station. Weird when I first dialed in, the announcers going on as if it were happening right then. What was I doing? Radio off, lights out, enough of this for tonight.