Friday. Alright, another pretty good night's sleep, awake at five minutes to six to get ready and walk to breakfast. Cool, but not overly cold, the eyes running as I was walking, but just a bit. Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee, as that was what appealed, read the papers and headed back home in reasonably good spirits.

One or two of the usual pictures, the pub and grill they were putting in place across Grand now looks as if it's finished. The “Isle 5”. A bit too slick? Maybe not. I suspect it will bring in the demographic they're after. Isle 5? Isle 9? Peter's Pub? Lou's Grotto?

A parade tomorrow and then a Summer of Love street festival of some sort in San Francisco on Sunday, so we've got events coming up to photograph. If I talk myself out the door and actually follow through with it. When did this even become a question?

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM to then wait all of maybe ten minutes to take a bus back to the apartment, stopping by the burger drive-in briefly, thinking to get a grilled cheese sandwich, and then leaving after waiting in line. Not sure why. Normally I'd blame it on cranky old guy stuff, this giving up and going, but that doesn't seem to have been the issue. Just wasn't all that interested, I guess.

Another demonstration of losing one's sharpness came to mind. I haven't checked yet, but I believe I wrote, not all that long ago, that with Daylight Savings coming up Sunday, it would be lighter in the mornings, no more walking in the dark. Why did I say that? Spring forward, fall back. Getting up at six on Sunday morning will then be the same as getting up at five o'clock the day before and it will be dark(er). This is not a mistake you make once you've properly internalized the spring forward, fall back meme.

And so?

I really should go back and fix those earlier comments, except I'm obviously no longer embarrassed when I'm looking dumb in public.

Thought to go to the Logan matinée at the Grand Lake theater, but managed to procrastinate long enough to miss the starting time. So we're still avoiding going to watch movies in theaters.

Evening. Skipped most everything I usually get entangled in on television and headed to bed before eight. Eight. Here in Oakland.