Friday. And I did turn the lights out early, well before ten if I correctly recall, awakening this morning before the alarm was due to get my funky self up and off walking to breakfast, for some reason remembering, as I was awakening, that I hadn't taken my blood pressure med last night. Why remember the morning after when you're half asleep and not the night before when you're reasonably clear headed? Some little pocket in the brain that's been trying to get your attention finally succeeding as you're awakening? Hello Houston?

Ah, well. Such is life. No damage done, although we'll now rearrange the schedule so all the meds are taken at the same time. If we're going to forget one, we'll forget them all and engrave it into the brain, at least for the next week or so, that we really shouldn't forget. To take them. You understand.

You're rambling again.

Rambling and babble are now my middle name.

Later. A slow morning, spent most of the time listening to the radio while lying in bed. Not particularly tired, no thought of sleep, fairly clear headed, but no great ambition to do other than, well, lie on the bed listening to the radio for well over an hour.

Got up as it approached noon to walk over to the apartment house construction site and take pictures. The three men in the photographs are coating the exterior walls on the interior court side of the building, using a hose that extends up from the basement, one man holding the hose to spread the material, the other two smoothing the stuff as they progress. Goes fast, whatever it is they're doing.

No desire to go downtown and so on over to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar. Wasn't really hungry, but I can still eat ice cream when I'm not hungry and I wanted a reason to extend the walk. There's still that demonstration scheduled to start at four in Frank Ogawa Plaza and so maybe I'll catch the three-thirty bus, get off at Latham Square and take today's pictures then, arriving at the Square by four. Again, not motivated at the moment, but feel good, clear headed, well rested, we'll see if that doesn't actually make it happen.

It might.

It might.

Later still. A bus at three to Latham Square taking both cameras (I've mentioned my phobia of arriving late), taking a set of pictures of the construction site, the workers evidently done for the day. A walk then to the City Center bagel shop to have a buttered Rye bagel and coffee. Still not hungry and so that was about all I could talk myself into sitting down to eat.

There were people beginning to assemble at the corner of 14th and Broadway by four, maybe a dozen unfurling banners and such and, I suspect, since it was barely four, there were more on the way. I'd been checking the phone to see when the next return bus was due to leave: two minutes. Hmm? Did I really want to photograph whomever was going to show up? Felt fine, but, well, you know the rest.

A bus home. We'll watch the news and let the evening evolve, gear up for the San Francisco Anime festival tomorrow. I suspect my foraging for photographs at demonstrations in the early evenings (let alone later evenings) have been put forever to rest.

Evening. A New Tricks I've seen before, watched it anyway, no surprises there. A Midsomer Murders maybe I've seen before, but it lost me after something like twenty minutes and so to bed. See what's on the tablet, see if I can find something I couldn't find yesterday or the day before that.

Are you unhappy with the tablet?

This Netflix, Amazon thing is clearly the future. For all of those TV shows and movies (I've been calling) crap, there are always some well worth the effort. It's just, you know, you never know when you're going to find one of the some.