Last night went very well. Yes, I had a glass of Merlot and then another glass while watching a Netflix movie that wasn't able to keep my interest, to bed clear headed by ten. So alcohol accelerates, exaggerates, whatever that “hallucinatory” episode is, but doesn't cause it. Thinking back about it this morning, clear headed, I realize I'm not sure what to think other than the current attitude is excellent, the aching sinus-head thing well in check, the day ahead.

I need to make a run to Beverages & More to pick up a bottle of something to contribute to dinner at Mr. and Ms. Y's in San Francisco this evening, Mr. Y and Mr. E preparing an elaborate meal for some of the usual crew. Beverages & More is located right in the middle of this Oakland Marathon thing - a bit of bad planning on my part putting it off til today - but so what? I've the whole day ahead and BevMo is, should all else fail, within walking distance.

Later. Much ado about nothing. A bus downtown passing the pavilion tents they'd set up at the pie shaped corner of Broadway and Telegraph and in the City Hall area, an electronic sign that read both Broadway and Telegraph were closed between 12th and 19th as we drove down Broadway between 19th and 12th, the marathon clearly having started, run and finished long before the ten or so in the morning I was now on the road.

So a walk from the City Center to Jack London Square, camera in hand, Jack London with very few people for this time on a weekend I was thinking, a scoot into BevMo for a bottle of Scotch, a walk back to the bus and a ride the rest of the way home to the apartment. A good walk, a couple of pictures, all before noon. I am now ready for dinner.

Later still. Back home just after midnight after an excellent dinner.