Monday. A pretty good night's sleep, awakening at ten to six to get up and head out to breakfast on another soon to be clear morning, the sun slightly dimmed by clouds on the eastern horizon as I set out walking in a light jacket to breakfast. The warm weather appears to have arrived.

The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries with coffee for breakfast reading a recap of last night's Warriors game. I'd had the score up on the computer screen, checking every now and again to see how it was going. I might even have watched the game had I been able to get it on television.

Bright sun walking home, the last of the pandorea flowers looking close to dead, the whatever these are going full tilt below the Lakeside School. Nice day, good attitude, the sinus-upper palate acting up, but not so much as to put one off one's metal. Or plastic or wood or something equally uninstructive and silly.

Later. A walk to the construction site up the street to see if they were working on the existing building. No sign of construction workers, but of course a picture before returning to the apartment to continue working on the sex worker rally pictures, finishing them finally after six. OK, the web pages next, but we'll get to them tomorrow. Two sections of pictures.

Evening. To bed before nine with lights out soon after.