Tuesday. A good night's sleep, better than many anyway, awakening at six-ten to get up and get out the door and drive to breakfast with all three papers in tow. Arrived at the restaurant before the waitresses had arrived and ended up sitting for maybe ten minutes reading the Chronicle, the mood reasonably good for someone who doesn't suffer slow moving lines all that well. I'd say.

The chicken-apple sausage, country potatoes, eggs over medium, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, except I couldn't finish the potatoes or the toast. The stomach said it had had enough and one does not argue with one's stomach. Took pictures of the two cent drop in gas prices and drove home. Some thoughts last night that it's better to go slow on the pain meds. They do have an effect that has its own less than wonderful aspects. At least that's what I was thinking as I dozed off last night.

The Fourth of July. Overcast. Maybe something is going on out there to photograph, otherwise I'm thinking a nap. Not a good sign

Later. Same old sinus-upper palate thing acting up and so decided to lie down for an hour before heading out to the lake and then on to the bagel shop on Lakeshore, thinking I'd sit at one of their tables and have a yogurt cup and coffee if they had an available table and a yogurt cup in stock. Maybe fall back on ice cream if they didn't, although ice cream didn't seem to be all that appealing.

There was a table available and they did have one last remaining yogurt cup, although I had the idea it was one left over from yesterday, as there were ice crystals in the now too solid yogurt. Still got it down with a cup of coffee while watching the people walk by.

Both the lake and the sidewalks along Lakeshore had a fair number of people about, not as many as I've seen on weekends and maybe that's why there'd been a table available, so no complaints. A walk back to the lake to sit for a while in the sun, the sinuses putting the vision slightly off from time to time. I say the sinuses, but who knows about the vision? I'd spent a couple of years having the Stanford eye people check out the eyes and a neurologist check out the head with every kind of MRI and such (times three) without finding anything. Would they now? Is this thing any worse? I do seem to not talk about much of anything else.

Back to listen to the news and maybe see if I can finagle a nap. Sunny, the temperature in the high sixties, the wind and weather quite nice. I seem to be the only one bitching about it.

Later still. Hmm. There was a Fourth of July block party today in Jack London Square. I'd be up for it now at four-thirty in the afternoon (it lasts until six), but wouldn't have bee up for it earlier. Had a nap, of sorts, and feel much better now in this late afternoon. Not unusual to have things come around in the later afternoon. Could it be there's something setting it all off at breakfast?

You do go on and on. And on.

Evening. Finished a couple of things I've been watching a bit at a time on the tablet. No excuses, I'm the one who's doing the watching. No one's bending my arm. Fireworks displays booming in the distance, yes, but some of the explosions are much closer in. By the lake? Maybe take a walk to the lake tomorrow and look for traces.