Saturday. To sleep pretty much right away to awaken at six feeling no pain, but tired and a little cold. Cold out there under the clear skies. Up to walk to breakfast and arrive to find the restaurant patio all set up and so settled in at my usual table to start on the papers. Still felt more cold than I'd have liked, but it got warmer when the sun started rising over the building roofs across the street.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up around nine (not really sure when I finished up as I wasn't paying attention) to set out for home under a now quite bright sun, the temperature fine, that attitude pretty good.

Arrived to take the selfie and settle in at the computer to start all this. (Actually, I didn't get quite this far before crapping out and had to finish it tomorrow morning. Less unusual these days, I'm afraid.)

Later. Nothing but basketball on CBS, the PBS stations still raising money with specials I have no interest in and so a nap, a bath and more time spend watching mediocre stuff on the tablet. Not a bad afternoon I'm embarrassed to say.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Michael Collins on the eight o'clock KQED Sunday night movie, decided fifteen minutes was enough and so went to bed not all that long after eight. Tired, yes, and so to sleep not long after nine. This seems to be more and more often my schedule these last several evenings, for good or for ill.