Saturday. An uneven night's sleep. I seem to recall. Lights out by nine-thirty, awakening at five-thirty with some some ups and downs in between, but still we'll say uneven but good. Guessing.

The walk to breakfast at six-thirty, the East Bay Times delivery guy passing me as I was walking down my hill, he zipping up the street to fling his papers at my apartment house front door. No desire to retrace my steps to go back and pick it up, not up the hill.

Warm, this day. They're saying a hundred degree high in Napa, even warmer up the valley. They're saying the high eighties here, so I left the balcony door wide open as I was leaving, let the apartment cool as best it will while I was at breakfast. A picture on the way.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee while reading the papers, most of the stories repeating news I'd already read or heard from one or another news site or broadcast station yesterday. The way of the current world.

Do you follow Trump on Twitter?

No need. Other sources let you know what you want to know.

Sunny and bright on the walk home. Saturday. Another weekend, another farmers market. Which I probably won't attend.

Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway and then a walk back home taking a couple of snapshots of the construction site at Harrison and at the entrance to Children's Fairyland. A decent walk, the temperature climbing and so taking off the long sleeved shirt when I got home, the temperature highs today well up into the eighties. Permanent t-shirt weather. I can' even imagine living in an area where it gets significantly warmer.

More television, some thought to go out to get something to eat, but finally settled for pasta here at the apartment. I need to go shopping tomorrow.

Evening. There were two Thin Man movies on PBS television tonight, the first made in 1936, the second in 1944. Nick and Nora Charles, hipsters of the era, and movies I can remember watching on television in the fifties with interest and enjoyment. I tested myself this evening and found them wanting. The culture has changed, what's allowed on television has changed (I'm assuming their drinking was considered scandelous, pushing the code as it existed then) and I find I've drifted on, no longer interested in watching. I wonder if others my age have similar reactions or if I'm just sitting here getting cranky in my own peculiar way?