Friday. Another getting to sleep late Thursday evening to awaken at six, half an hour before the alarm. A to be expected outcome around here, I guess. Up and out the door to walk to breakfast, two what looked to be television eye in the sky helicopters flying around over the lake. The Warriors’ victory parade is slated to start downtown at ten, but why so early? They're usually there for protest marches and such, but although there's some worry of potential trouble with half a million people slated to attend, aloft four hours before the parade?

Half a million people?

That's what at least one of the papers said. On a Friday. A work day. But we'll see.

Anyway, breakfast, one of the waitresses saying she'd started hearing the helicopters over the lake at four this morning. How much time do they have on a tank of gas? So the day has started, clear skies, sun, a parade coming up at ten, my dental appointment in Albany at noon, no way to fit in photographing the parade.

Sounds like an excuse for a mid-morning nap.

Doesn't it?

Later. A drive to the dentist's appointment, leaving a little earlier than I normally might, not knowing how the Warriors’ parade will affect traffic. Some congestion at the start, but only at the start, and so no real delays, arriving ten minutes before the appointment. Fine. A teeth cleaning and back home by one, thinking I really needed to go by an ATM if I'm to pay for breakfast tomorrow and so a bus downtown.

A one-twenty bus, except the downtown was still partitioned off and filled with people in Warriors t-shirts and such walking about, lots of people in Warriors garb streaming in every direction. So. The bus took a detour and ultimately let me off on Telegraph Avenue to walk to the ATM on Broadway and then downtown to the City Center for a donut and coffee at the bagel shop.

Tired by the time I arrived home taking a quick picture or two at the apartment house construction site. Latham Square, located along the parade route, had been buttoned up and empty. At least I'd lucked out as they'd left the package I'd been expecting today at my door, a set of light blue bed sheets to replace a set that's grown worn. I needed a color to match the original blanket and bed spread and these look like they do. Match. Complicated, this life.

Need more time to unwind, let the aching back come back together and, the next time they have a Warriors parade conflicting with a dental cleaning, reschedule the teeth. It had obviously been one hell of a celebration and parade and I'm wishing I'd been there for photographs.

Evening. The rest of the afternoon spent taking it really, really easy, the earlier running around having worn me down. Watched a New Tricks at seven I've seen before and then just bailed to see if I could watch something on the tablet before lights out.