Saturday. Well, I obviously made it to the parade this morning, but I didn't do anything else. I realized I needed to leave for San Francisco at nine and so skipped breakfast for the first time in a very long time. I'd slept straight through to the alarm set for six-forty not leaving enough time to eat, come home and leave without too much of a rush.

Anyway, a bus and then BART to the Embarcadero station to realize I should have stayed on for the Montgomery Street station. How had I forgotten for 2nd Street you get off at Montgomery? How many times have I make this trip? So, OK, I walked a few blocks to sit at a sidewalk table in front of a deli to have coffee, a banana and an almond something or other. Hungry.

People dressed in green were passing by the table and so off to two hours shooting pictures, stopping in the middle for a sandwich at a Subway. The St. Patrick's Day Parade has always been a difficult event for me to find my particular kind of pictures and today, for some reason, was even tougher. One or two good shots, there are always one or two if only through blind luck, but as a group they're close to failure. I have enough to put up one section tomorrow and believe me I'll scramble to make the needed total required.

A train back to Oakland and then a bus home. Tired. Really tired. I hadn't been able to work on yesterday's entry before leaving and discovered, when I returned, that it being almost incomprehensible and me being tired was enough to drive me to bed and to sleep for a good solid hour. The entry remained a fight throughout the rest of the day and, although eventually somewhat more readable, I finally gave up and posted it in the evening.

I take it all these days stumbling along like this are not a good sign? This concept is starting sink into your thick skull?

I've certainly been both physically and mentally tired these last number of whatevers. I guess we'll see soon enough if this is going to become the norm. Not until we've made a few more changes to test the proposition, although it seems to take the sky to fall before I'll make a move.

Evening. To bed early this evening. No tablet after eight. We'll see if getting one good night's sleep, an obviously good night's rest, makes a difference.