Wednesday. Lights out at a good hour to awaken at ten to six to take my time getting up and to see if I could delay long enough for the East Bay Times arrive. Which it did. A bit cooler out there and so opened the bedroom windows and the sliding glass door to the balcony to allow the apartment to cool down while I was at breakfast. Set out feeling much better in this morning's cooler air.

Came across this as I was approaching the morning café, wondering if that was a clothes drier or some kind of kitchen equipment? Looking closer at the photograph blown up full size later it was obviously an air duct with perhaps a fan of some kind for the building roof. Interesting crane, though, if only for its size.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee again for breakfast. One-fifty on the scale this morning, so no need to watch what I ate, but it was the one thing that appealed.

Back then to the apartment. For as long as I can remember (measured in months) this bicycle has been tethered to the stand by its owner until one day I noted the back wheel had been stolen and now its been sitting there abandoned since. Too many, these thefts. Broken car windows, stolen bikes, driven by poverty at its base. Too many homeless living on the streets. This economy, for all its Silicon Valley wealth and growth, is still not in the best of shape.

Now, now.

No more bitching about the day, they're saying it's going to get way too warm, but this is the last day. Ten degrees cooler tomorrow.

Later. A nap, an episode of Law & Order I hadn't seen before, skipping others I both had and hadn't, so we're into the early afternoon. The Weather Underground people say it's eighty-eight degrees, I see no need to go outside and check.

And that's it?

Later still. Out the door with a long lens on the camera to find more cormorants flying back and forth over the lake after diving for nest making materials. Warm. Too warm, even in a t-shirt, and so back to the apartment to sit in front of the fan. There'd be trouble here in Lake Front River City if I didn't have that fan.

Evening. Out of gas, even to attempt a minimal entry here. The temperature? The day? The head? Lately I've been reading any news stories I may find about memory. Not obsessively, but I do check them out. Who? How? What? Why? You understand.