Thursday. An uneven night's sleep without being too uneven, you understand, awakening finally for good at ten minutes to six in time to listen to the KPFA five minute news before Democracy Now! started at six, plenty of time to take the blood pressure (it's been behaving) and get ready to set out walking to breakfast after checking the car battery, thinking it may finish charging around noon instead of this evening.

Not overly cold, some low lying fog, but still the watering eyes and a nose that wanted to run, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open and one regular diner sitting inside. Fine, settled in and started on the papers.

The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, very few people arriving for breakfast by the time I'd finished and set out for home around eight-thirty. Documented the ten cent drop in regular at the station across Grand (they're saying maybe a fifty cent drop over these next few weeks), dialing down the exposure even more than I had yesterday when I photographed this flower. A little better, but not quite there. On to take more flower pictures, most the same flowers I've photographed before. No particular reason for this other than it appears to keep me amused.

A bicycle rider at the Grand Lake theater traffic stop, another of one of the bright orange flowers below the Lakeview school while coming up on a fairly large crowd of older Asian men and women who'd started queuing up earlier when I was walking to breakfast. Wondered about that. I often see them streaming in when I'm heading to breakfast, not sure what they're after at the school. All of them have wheeled baskets. A pickup point for food? I have no idea.

On by two sets of scooters on the sidewalk on my side of Grand this time instead of by the lake. This has been happening for a while now so I assume it generates more business.

Another why in the fuck do you care question here.

Don't know.

Home to check the car battery again, take the selfie and then to the computer, asking for the hundredth plus time why there are so many dumb errors, correcting those I found before posting.

Later. The car battery is taking it's time, so we are looking at early evening before it's finished. More news programs making me wonder if my morning breakfasts are numbered. Might do me good, change the diet and the morning routine and all, but well, let's hope not.

The census letter arrived. Filled out a web form using the login code included in the letter and it's done. Not much to it: name, do you live at the letter's address, anyone else living with you, ethnicity? No “are you a citizen?” questions.

Evening. To bed after eight, having checked out Vera on PBS and realizing I'd seen it before, but again having no idea who'd done what to whom. To bed after watching it for about twenty minutes to listen to the BBC News later at nine with lights out by nine-thirty. Didn't feel especially tired.