Saturday. Awoke at five-thirty, turn the radio on down low, listened to some of it and suddenly it was six-thirty and so we'll say we got a good night's sleep. I'd think. Up at seven twenty-five to drive to the Lakeshore ATM thinking I'd take care of it today instead of tomorrow because if the battery was dead and the car wouldn't start, best to learn today instead of tomorrow.

And that's important because?

Well, if I ended up having to walk today I could take care of charging the battery later this afternoon and wouldn't have to carry the heavier Sunday papers tomorrow morning. Which, on thinking about it, is hardly a reason. Seemed right this morning when I drove. The ATM was out of cash when I arrived and so on to breakfast to park and go through the usual routine in settling in with the papers. Seems like a decent morning, though, they're saying into the sixties again, but without the wind we had yesterday.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee again, finishing up by a quarter after nine to set out for the car, taking a couple of additional snapshots on the way to then drive straight home, take the selfie before settling in here to finish yesterday's entry before posting. I'd stopped writing it yesterday in the morning and so had to finish it before starting right here.

Nothing new in that. You're probably burned out right now just finishing this.

Later. Packed a camera and started out walking down the hill toward the lake, stopping mid-way to look through the gap between two buildings to see how many people were about. Stood for a while thinking, turned around and walked back to the apartment.

An hour later the sound of car horns started coming through from the lake area and decided to just get the fuck down the hill with a camera and see what was going on to find an endless line of cars obviously circling the lake, carrying Black Lives Matter signs and honking with another stream of people carrying signs on the sidewalk. Hundreds of them, probably more as they've been doing this now for well over an hour. Or hours.

Took pictures of the demonstrators for something like ten or fifteen minutes before returning to the apartment. Not much of an outing, but at least got my ass in gear if only this once.

Evening. Nothing on television. Nothing I really wanted to continue watching on the tablet either and so to bed by nine. Too early, but didn't really turn everything off until ten turning over whether or not we'll drive and check the bank ATM again to see if they've refilled it on a Saturday. Decisions, decisions.