Wednesday. Lights out, radio off by nine-thirty to get what I'm guessing was a reasonable night's sleep, awakening finally at a quarter to six to get up, albeit slowly, and get ready to walk to breakfast on a somewhat overcast morning, the sun not arriving until later when walking home. The restaurant was open when I arrived and so settled in at “my” table and started on the papers.

The avocado omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the weight still just under one forty-eight on the scale this morning. The head stays calm reading the papers, although there always a certain disconcerting wobbliness when I get up to leave, this “wobbliness” pretty much evaporating when I hit the outside air. As it did this morning when I saw that gas prices had fallen by nine cents a gallon for regular.

OK, the walk home, the usual set of pictures, an article in the Chronicle this morning saying Oakland had given permits to Lime, Lyft and two other scooter rental companies to put some 3,500 units on the streets with more to come. I've had a couple of close coming up from behind calls on the sidewalk near the lake. Thought about that.

A little wobbly and in need of taking a leak when I arrived, rushing the selfie in the mirror. Well, what's the difference? In or out of focus they still work as a set.

For you, maybe. No one else is going to expend more than a glance.

What is it you don't understand about “it keeps me amused?

Later. A large dose of the pain meds and an hour later the sinus-upper palate was behaving. Mostly. And so a walk to the bus stop to catch a bus to the Broadway ATM, thinking I might photograph the construction sites along Valdez if I had the time, finishing up with the ATM two minutes before the return bus appeared across the street. No pictures at Valdez.

Got off at my stop, having decided against getting anything to eat on the way home, and walked over to the construction area where they'd stripped out the ivy and were digging holes in the bank with an auger. The auger was gone when I'd walked by this morning and so wanted to get a shot before they started work again next week. I'm assuming, not working today, they'd skip Friday as well.

Pretty exciting stuff, this tracking of piddly construction projects near your apartment.

Gets me out to take the occasional snapshot. I say “snapshot” rather than photograph as no particular thought or planning goes into taking these things.

Anyway, back up the hill to the apartment, feeling tired when I arrived, and so lied down for thirty minutes to bring the day back into focus.

Evening. Watched a Swedish Johan Falk episode at six. Was thinking this wasn't really worth the time when I realized I'd seen it before when it got into some of the later scenes. Ah, well.