Saturday. Tired and so lights out not long after nine to awaken then at five forty-five. No surprises in that, I guess, and so dawdling for as long as I could before setting out at ten to seven, the sky clear, the sun bright and one of the workers opening the restaurant as I arrived. So good, sat down and read the papers, ordering the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee and finishing reading as it approached nine.

A picture of the last of the pandorea flowers, the sidewalk and another flower blooming below the Lakeview school, the usual, but still evidently of interest at least to me. I think. There's a sex worker demonstration in front of the Oakland City Hall today starting at noon and so we'll go by. I suspect I won't argue all that hard against heading out for this one. Sex workers. Have no idea what to expect.

Later. A bus to Frank Ogawa Plaza at noon to shoot for about forty-five minutes before heading over to the City Center for lunch and then deciding to take the bus back home, the crowd reasonably large when I got there, quite a bit larger as I was leaving. I was tired. The younger I would have stayed and continued taking photographs.

Still, I did probably get two sections of photographs, although I suspect I won't get to them before tomorrow. Really tired when I got home and so a couple of hours lying on the bed to get the head back together. Not so much physically tired as mentally tired, too tired to crash in a chair and watch television, one of the little ocular sparkly things appearing briefly. Hmm. Still, better now that it approaches six. Which is good as there's the Berkeley Streets festival to shoot tomorrow.

You couldn't figure out the bus you needed to get there yesterday.

Looked it up again just now. Turns out it's the number 6.

And Berkeley Streets? Isn't that right off the downtown Berkeley BART station? The easy to get to from here Berkeley BART station?

Oh. Yes.

Now you've managed to get me worried about our mutual ability to recollect anymore.

It's these afternoons. The brain is thoroughly baked by lunch and goes into hibernation until the next morning.

Evening. Nothing on television and nothing I want to watch on the tablet and so to bed early. I suspect I'll turn the lights out early and awaken then well before it's time to leave for breakfast, but maybe this tired thing will have halfway corrected itself.