Sunday. Lights out before nine to awaken briefly just after five and then again finally at six having gotten, I'm guessing, as much as an extra hour's sleep. Felt good and so up to drive to breakfast under scattered clouds, the weather people saying there was a chance of rain this morning. Doesn't look like rain, but either way, on no parking meter Sundays, I like to drive.

Arrived to find the restaurant dark, but the dining area open and so entered, turned on the lights and settled in with the Sunday papers. Had the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee while wading through the papers, not finishing up until after nine. Normal on a Sunday. No thought to go by the supermarket and so drove straight home, took the selfie in the lobby and settled in here, posting yesterday's entry, the sun breaking through a gap in the clouds as I write.

I've obviously missed the Carnaval Parade in San Francisco as it requires that I drive downtown, park and catch the first BART train in the morning to 24th Street to arrive in time to properly photograph it while it's forming up. Too bad, but hardly a surprise.

Later. Cold out there, not quite sixty degrees, and so bundled up by adding the goose down jacket under the winter coat, headed out the door, walked halfway down the hill and stood looking down at Grand and the lake, noting how few people were out and about and how cold it was. Back to the apartment to watch more golf and putter around in the apartment, putting (some of) the clutter in order.

Watched Kevin Na win the Charles Schwab Challenge golf tournament, spending the time switching back and forth between it and France 24 television news that was reporting on the European Union elections, the various Green parties doing better than expected. Maybe some hope we'll do what's needed to hold climate change to within reason. If it's still possible.

Evening. Checked last Friday's entry to see what the Norwegian Acquitted – Season One, Episode 9 that starts at six was about (my memory again). Ah, yes. Did the guy kill his girl friend seven years before? And if not, who did? Brought it right back. I also noticed how shoddily written was last weeks description here. Did some editing. Why hadn't I caught them the next morning when I say the head is clearer?

Because it isn't.

Well it's clearer this evening.

Watched Episode 9. He did it and then he didn't do it and throughout the entire episode he was an idiot. Now, at the end, his mother confesses to killing the girl friend, Episode 10 to follow in fifteen minutes. They've gone through the entire cast as possible killers. Is there anyone left to blame in Episode 10?

You're babbling.

Watched Episode 10. They went through two more perpetrators, but finally, the last one was the one. At least he admitted to it and then committed suicide. I'm not sure how many relationships were described in this ten episode series, but all of them fell apart really badly in one way or another without any real resolution, all of them living their own miserable existences without any of them resolved one way or another at the end.

There's a season two, episode one scheduled for next Sunday. You're sure they really did get the right guy?

Why did I look that up? It's pretty clear now that they've made this “everybody acting like an idiot” routine what this series is all about and this whinging over it on my part totally misses the mark.

And you'll end up watching season two starting next week. Everything you've been complaining about is the glue that keeps you hooked.