Thursday. To sleep not long after ten to awaken then at five forty-five and listen to the KPFA news and Democracy Now! as usual, getting up to walk to breakfast under clear skies at the usual time, arriving as they were in the middle of setting up the patio tables. Chose to sit in the inside dining area as I've been doing recently and to again have the room to myself all the way through breakfast.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee this time, finishing by nine and setting out to for home to happily take the usual set of pictures under a bright sun, the weather people saying a high in the low sixties later, but into the low seventies tomorrow. I can do that.

Home (what else?) to take the selfie in the lobby, settle in at the computer, finish and yesterday's entry before starting on the pictures. And think about doing the laundry. The laundry. Ended up starting it just before noon.

Later. At note on the Nextdoor app posted by the woman who owns an Element across the street from my apartment saying the catalytic converter had been stolen during the two days she'd parked it out in front of her garage when her daughter had visited and they'd parked her daughter's car inside.

I remembered seeing it on Tuesday and Wednesday and wondering briefly if it were in danger. If mine can be stolen when it was parked inside the locked apartment house garage, then certainly hers could be stolen parked across our narrow oneway street. I wish now I had. Wouldn't surprise me at all if it was the same thief.

Anyway, laundry done, folded and hung. Watched some stuff on the tablet, but not a lot. Nothing I'm watching at the moment particularly appeals.

Evening. Watched Vera at eight. I remembered the beginning and that I'd probably seen it more than once before, but had no idea who'd done it or what happened after those first few scenes. Still surprises me to see how the memory is losing ground. Anyway, to bed before ten, lights out at ten, my lights out soon to follow.