Friday. Awoke at ten minutes before six to get up and set out for breakfast at six-thirty, the East Bay Times nowhere to be seen until I'd crossed the lane in front of my apartment house and the car delivering it came whooshing by. I say “whooshing” in that he tends to be fast, just at the edge of too fast, throwing the papers he's delivering almost without slowing down. Practiced, he is.

So, walked back and retrieved my paper to then have the Eggs Benedict with country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Hungry and, since the scale read a pound and a half under target this morning, why in the hell not? Was the thought.

The walk home, taking the usual pictures, the last set suddenly becoming more interesting when a yellow breasted bird (I have no idea the species, although I checked the various birding books I have on hand) flew into view and I managed to snap three pictures, the last of a second (out of focus) bird entering from the right and chasing the first bird away. Something a little different this Oakland morning. In or out of focus, you don't look a gift bird in the beak.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM to turn right around to catch a return bus back home all of five minutes later. Warm. Made the trip in a t-shirt, none of this long sleeved shirt with sweater and light jacket business, and now they're saying the weekend will be warmer.

I must admit it's rather nice to glance at the computer area and see what is now a litter free desk with no signs of dust (at least on the half I addressed) and fantasize how the rest if it might look if I were to clean more. And so I futzed around with the printer area. Just, you know, for kicks. And it's now sitting there sullenly asking for more.

Evening. Another day of Trump. Watching the PBS News Hour earlier today, a rough quote by Mark Shields: It is said of George Washington that “he could never tell a lie” and of Richard Nixon that he could “never tell the truth”, but Donald Trump “can't tell the difference between the two”. For some reason that stuck.

Cute, brings a laugh, except the ongoing unstated question remains: how off the wall might this man's actions be in the middle of an emergency that could threaten us all? How much of this is “not at all cute”? No answer, probably best we never find out, but it's upping my day to day news consumption quite a lot.