Monday. Another decent night's sleep. I keep saying it and one morning it will be true. Awake at ten to six, up and out the door on another clear, going to be sunny, day. The head feeling pretty good, the sinus-upper palate in no worse shape than it ever is. Here in Oakland.

No East Bay Times on Mondays, and so straight to breakfast to have the oatmeal with a side order of toast and coffee this morning, the restaurant out of mixed fruit.

The walk home relatively clear headed, the day starting well. Realized I needed to do the laundry tomorrow in preparation for the trip to Portland on Wednesday and so I need to pick up some laundry detergent. Tomorrow morning after breakfast? We'll sweat that out tomorrow.

Later. Early afternoon and things seem to be going better, certainly, than these last two days. Just the sinus stuff going on, the vision solid, the head reasonably clear. Well, not too fuzzy.

Got the car ready to travel, affixed the new 2018 sticker to the license plate, made sure the registration and insurance documents were properly in place and finally, after much discussion, talked myself into driving to the supermarket to pick up the laundry detergent, cheese and a box of crackers. The detergent for tomorrow, the cheese and crackers for lunch. As hungry today as I was yesterday and the day before, although I've felt I've been eating quite a bit lately, the weight holding under the one-fifty target.

Later still. Still so far, so good, after an hour's nap. The brain is shutting down over the idea of writing anything intelligent here, which means so far isn't so far and so good isn't as good as we'd like it to be.

Sounds like you're trying to sell yourself it's true. Doodle-dee-do.

Evening. Laundry tomorrow as well as packing and figuring out what I'm going to do about posting to the web without a laptop. Without a laptop that will run a supported operating system, anyway. My Dell is too old and its Vista operating system is now history. I'll probably bring it, but I'll have to nurse it back to health, but again, tomorrow. Time for bed.