Friday. To sleep by ten and awaken then at ten minutes to six after a reasonably good night's rest, although we'll see how we feel about that later this afternoon. But so far, so good. Off to breakfast to arrive at five minutes to seven, the restaurant open and the usual Friday group meeting over breakfast in the back starting to arrive. A Friday morning, in other words, here in Oakland.

The avocado and (light on the) cheese omelet, country potatoes (they now call them home fries), toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by a quarter to nine and setting out for home, passing by the teachers picketing again below the Lakeshore school. Some thought expressed in the papers there's a chance this might be resolved over the weekend, but who knows? Back home to take another selfie and sit with yesterday's bare bones entry, filling it out with what I remember of whatever it is we did last night. Watched this, watched that, and that was about it, another cookie cutter night, posting it without a second thought.

Nothing I'm aware of happening around here today that might result in photographs, but plenty to keep me busy here which I will undoubtedly deftly avoid.

Something at which you're highly skilled.

Evening. Tired through the afternoon and again, I'm not sure why, as last night's sleep seemed more than enough when compared with other recent nights. Still, they say when you get old(er) you sleep much of the time, at least they do in the newspaper comics, a good source of, um, reliable myth, if not information.

Managed to avoid processing more pictures through the afternoon (I really was tired), nothing on television and so to bed at seven-thirty. We'll know how going to bed this early stacks up tomorrow.