Sunday. Another awaken at five, blink, and find it was suddenly ten minutes after six morning, five minutes before the alarm was due to sound. Good. Raining when I awoke and so up to gather the papers, only to find they'd delivered two copies of the East Bay Times and not delivered the Chronicle. I'm guessing they'd mixed up the colors when they'd packaged them in their plastic wrappers, and so set out to drive to breakfast with the East Bay Times and the New York Times, but missing the Chronicle, arriving at five minutes to seven again.

The restaurant was dark, but the dining area door was open and so entered, turned on the dining area lights and settled in with the now two Sunday papers.

It would still take you all day to read just the two, so what did you really end up missing?

The Chronicle's Sunday comics, of course.

The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee over the papers, finishing by nine to set out for the car in what was now a very light rain, to drive home, take the selfie in the lobby before settling in to look at, futz with and post yesterday's entry.

Actually a spot of sun peeking through the cloud cover. They're saying rain Monday night and Tuesday, but essentially clear for the rest of the week. Clear for the week! Back to California weather!

Later. The PGA Championship started at eleven, although I suspect I'll not stay throughout: get outside, maybe, and come back to catch it at the end. Again, not sure why I find it so interesting to watch. Still lots of clouds up there, but again, with patches of sun getting through. Should get better as the day progresses. He said.

Later still. Didn't go out, but lied down to watch the first half of a movie on the tablet, to come back to the golf tournament around three in time to see Mr. Koepka manage four bogeys in a row, thinning his lead from six at one point to one. OK, no way not to watch it now through to the finish.

OK, three holes to go for Koepka and he's now three ahead. A certain amount of pressure and tension in this golfing business I suspect, at least at this level of play. I competed on my high school and college bowling teams and there was pressure there certainly in the tournaments, but I'm thinking nothing like what this must be like, being surrounded by a large noisy crowd with television cameras in every which direction. Best to be watching from a comfortable chair.

Evening. Koepka won and so back to the tablet to finish the movie. A silly one, more a series of totally improbable fight scenes than a story line (revenge exacted on the bad guys for their rude behavior), but something to finish out a Sunday afternoon.

Watched two more episodes of the Norwegian Acquitted that essentially duplicated the two proceeding episodes from last Sunday night: did the guy kill the girl seven years ago or did he not? Even he's not sure. Everyone is upset with everyone else in this series and it again managed to put me on edge. Not sure that's what's wanted in watching one of these things: having it put you on edge.