Monday. Lights out by nine-forty to awaken at fifteen minutes to seven, just right for getting up, checking the weight on the scale in the kitchen and grabbing the electric shaver to get in bed in time to listen to the five minute KPFA News before Democracy Now! begins at six. Out the door at six-forty to arrive at the restaurant before seven, the restaurant open and in business.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by a quarter to nine and set out for home, the sky still overcast, but the weather people saying it will reach the seventies later and so happily enough taking pictures to include the selfie when I arrived home.

A trip to Alcatraz later this noon hour with two old APL friends who are coming by to pick me up here at the apartment, so no driving or buses or BARTing on my part required.

Barely finished posting yesterday's entry before immediately retiring to the bedroom to lie down. Why so tired?

Later. Up after two hours of lying on the bed tired to head out the door with a camera, meeting Mr. D at the bottom of my hill and then a drive to San Francisco. How long since I've crossed the bridge in a car? Less odd these days not to remember, but it's been years. Arrived at the Embarcadero, parked and walked to Pier 33 to meet Ms. M who volunteers with the Alcatraz garden maintenance group and who'd provided the tickets.

Three hours later back to San Francisco and a quick light dinner at a nearby café, home then in the commuter traffic to be dropped off by six-thirty. A very nice outing I'm describing this next morning and so leaving much out, but pictures that I'll get to tomorrow.

Evening. I discover the public television channel that runs the various foreign police procedurals I've been talking/complaining/babbling about here and has been raising money for the last however many weeks is now finished and so watched the Norwegian Mammon- Blood and Mammon - Infidels until eight before heading to bed.

The morning tiredness had pretty much evaporated when I got out the door heading for Alcatraz, but the weird fuzzy head had remained, the sinus-upper palate totally out of whack while there. Took a double dose of the pain meds when I got home and they seem to have made a difference and so lights out by nine thinking we'll have a clearer day tomorrow.