Thursday. Lights out again before ten to awaken at quarter to six, up and ready to walk to breakfast in reasonably good shape, being sure to take the full dose of meds and to have the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries along with the fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. An unusually sensible beginning on this overcast morning, the temperature quite nice.

The usual walk home, a picture or two to take a picture or two. The sinus-upper palate is letting me know it's there, full dose of pain meds be damned. Not too aggressively so, but aggressive enough. Wondered at the typos and such I hadn't caught yesterday for some reason when putting together yesterday's entry before posting. Little glitches creeping in through the fog.

The fog?

We do go on about the fog.

Later. OK, somewhat tired and so an attempt at a nap, but finally, checking the NextBus app and seeing a bus was , headed out the door and took the bus to Jack London Square, if only to clear the air of all my “I should really go by Jack London Square to see what's been happening today” bullshit babble.

Not many people about. It seemed tidier than usual, but that could easily have been some odd thought on my part. A walk along the shore by the boat moorage area, a walk across the tracks and around back to Broadway to catch a free bus to Grand and then walk to the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich on the way home. And that was it. A decent walk. Not a great walk, but a decent walk, and a quick trip through the Square.

You were bored? Cranky? Frustrated? Didn't stop for lunch? What?

I guess I just wanted to check Jack London off my bucket list.

Evening. Nothing on television and so we stumbled along long enough to check out Charlie Rose at eight to find them talking about European politics, populism, Trump and the usual rest, some of which I watched before heading to bed. Better bed than wading through the current political scene again.