Friday. To sleep at a reasonable hour to awaken briefly at five and then for good at six, getting up to take the blood pressure and decide I needed to take the med before getting back into bed. Listened to the rest of Democracy Now!, got up and drove to the Lakeshore ATM and then on over the hill to breakfast.
Parked by the 7-11 store, crossed Grand (overcast, but not raining) and entered the restaurant's indoor dining area to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. Half a dozen other diners showed up to join me before I was finished generating in me some worry about the virus.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing at nine-fifteen to cross Grand in what was now a light rain, take a picture of a homeless man/woman? in a sleeping bag on the sidewalk. Homeless and sleeping alone in the rain in the middle of winter on the sidewalk: welcome to Oakland.
Got in the car, drove straight home, took the selfie in the lobby, took the blood pressure again (about the same) and started the laundry, something I've been fighting doing this last week, before settling down at the computer to start all this, finishing by eleven.
Later. Spent quite a bit of time going through the camera gear (when did I buy all of this crap stuff?) in looking for a particular piece of gear and preparing to box the stuff up. Quit to watch the news at three and then settled in with a Britbox series on the tablet that's set in the early seventies with a background sound track of late sixties and early seventies rock and roll. Quite a bit of Bowie and the like. Kept me at it.
Evening. Nothing on television I wanted to watch on a Friday night and so more time with the tablet until nine. The last thing I remember was the digital clock turning ten. I think. Never sure of my memory when I scribble these things the following day.