Monday. To sleep without difficulty to awaken just before six to get up and take the blood pressure and the blood pressure med, get back in bed and listen to Democracy Now! Up again at seven to walk to breakfast under soon to be sunny skies, arriving to enter the restaurant's indoor dining area, turn on the lights and settle down at my usual table with the papers.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up after nine to set out for home under a now bright sun taking the usual series of pictures to include a bicycle rider waiting at the light under the 580 overpass. On home up the hill to take the selfie in the lobby, forget to take the blood pressure and settle in at the computer to finish and post yesterday's entry, process the morning pictures and start here by eleven.

I've been meaning to turn in the four guns I've owned now since the nineteen sixties and with the move coming up I finally made the call to the Oakland police department this morning. They're sending someone to get them, although they didn't set a time. I'm assuming later today.

Later. No sign of the police to pick up the guns, I should have pressed the representative for when they were likely to come when I was talking with their office. Otherwise not much done in the way of preparation for the move, spent most of the time on the tablet watching Resurrection: Ertugrul, probably more a sign of deteriorating mental function than anything else. Only fifty more episodes to go in order to finish its first season.

Evening. Nothing on television, more tablet with lights out by nine-thirty. Sound asleep at one in the morning when the phone rang. Awoke, got up, listened to the voicemail thinking you don't get scam calls at one in the morning, even when the phone identifies the caller as “no name, no number”. A voice mail from the police department saying an officer was outside in my area, please call the department number to arrange pickup. At one in the morning? What does the Chinese curse say about “living in too interesting times”.