For the first time I cleared and cleaned the desk in my bedroom today, dusted, threw a bunch of crap into the trash, did some of those things I mentioned I needed to do before the month runs out (strange how fast a month can pass, is it not?) and have thought seriously of heading on down to the local Safeway now that it's late in the evening and there won't be a crowd. But I won't. I'm not sure why.

I seem to have settled on a breakfast I can eat day in and day out at my morning café now that I seem to be eating there daily instead of just on the weekends: toasted bagel, plain; mixed fruit and coffee, black. I like it. No, really. Odd that it seems to make so little difference: bacon and eggs verses dry toast (bagel) and coffee. Or is this too quotidian to mention? No, we all go through these little doubts and choices and, when your head (like mine) is acting up and your blood pressure for some unknown reason begins bouncing around, well, you think about these things. I do, anyway. It's just I don't have the sense and the manners to keep them to myself. Here on the web. In Oakland.