Saturday. One further adjustment I made to the clutter around here yesterday was to take the old mattress I'd replaced and left leaning against a bookcase in the bedroom and place it under the new mattress, making the height of the bed quite a bit higher than any other bed I've ever slept in. I guess it's a plus. For the room, anyway Didn't seem to influence the sleep, as lights were out at ten (actually ten-oh-six as I listen to the six minute on the hour news forecast most nights) to awaken fifteen minutes before six this morning.

OK, turn on the radio, get up, get off the bed (oops! a little higher off the ground than it was yesterday) and get ready to walk to breakfast, telling myself, true or not, that I was feeling good. Lying? Don't think so, but it's best to observe, check our assumptions (and the height of the bed before hopping off without a thought).

Anyway, a good walk on a sunny morning to breakfast to have the pork chop with eggs and country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee to then walk home, taking the odd photograph not much different than any of the others I take on the way back. Yesterday's entry required more than the usual work and so, if we're saying we're turning a new leaf in getting our surroundings in shape, I'm not sure that extends to the journal. Writing coherently evidently requires more intelligence than moving a mattress onto your bed.

Later. The low eighties today, they're saying a bit cooler in the lower seventies through next weekend. A walk to the lake to take a couple of pictures of the progress they'd made on the footpath before going to the café near the fitness center for coffee, an ice cream sandwich and a poppy seed bagel with peanut butter and bananas. Hungry, even though today's breakfast was unusually large. Got the peanut butter and banana bagel down without a problem, but will probably pass the next time around. Another something I could eat more easily earlier in this life.

Peanut butter and bananas?

I believe I ate such things when I was grade school.

Later still. There is a music festival over on the other side of the lake, at least I believe there's one, it's advertised on their web site. No sounds or activities I could hear or see when I was out earlier this noon hour, but it wasn't advertised to start until one. Maybe too far away for any of the music to travel through the open balcony door. Still, with Carnaval tomorrow, I'm thinking I'll stay here and skip any pictures. It runs until nine this evening, so who knows?

You won't.

I know.

Evening. A nice day outside and so I stayed inside to watch television, watch what I believe was the first ever episode of Elementary at five when Watson first meets Holmes, one I realized I'd seen before, but didn't know the who or how of the why or when until the end. Well, I suspected the who, but barely, the how I remembered just as Watson discovered it at the end. The Holmes character, of course, was played with him wired together tight as a drum. Without Ms. Liu as Watson it wouldn't have sucked me in.

The camera batteries are charged and ready, we'll see how it goes tomorrow. A long morning, lots of walking, a drive directly from breakfast to BART in order to catch the first San Francisco train. Something I've done now many times, but again, this parade is one of the more strenuous outings and I'm wondering how I'll fare.