Saturday. Awoke at six-thirty feeling a little logy, but otherwise fine, last night's ocular incident gone from the body if not from the mind. Remembered I've had them in the recent past when I've eaten Cheerios and milk beforehand and I'd had three bowls (two Cheerios, one Rice Chex) yesterday, finishing off the 2% milk I'd had delivered through Instacart. Hadn't had a single thought when I'd eaten them, that they'd been problematic in the past, but evidently whatever it is that's so problematic for me in them kicked right on in. Such is life.

Still feeling a little logy and so used that as an excuse to drive to breakfast, finding a parking spot right in front of the restaurant and so into the blocked off dining area to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. Overcast, they're saying into the high sixties today.

Finished up somewhat early before nine, walked to the car and drove home, taking the selfie and then settling in at the computer to finish yesterday's entry and start on this. The start of another weekend, here in Oakland.

Later. There are a couple of series I've been watching on the tablet that release new episodes on Fridays and Saturdays and so watched them this afternoon. Those and the various news programs have essentially been it. That box of face masks I ordered from China were reviewed and released by Los Angeles customs on Monday, no entry about their status since. Spent too much time on Facebook, but I suspect everyone does that.

Evening. Put off walking up the street to see if they've made any progress on the nearby apartment/condominium project, telling myself I'd do it tomorrow. Will I? I most certainly didn't stick my nose out the door today.

Back to the tablet to watch more episodes of a Korean series I've bailed in and out of in the past, the story line of interest, but the man-woman relationships handled as if all the characters were shy six year olds with a propensity to cry. Well, maybe ten year olds, a product I've always assumed of what Korean society finds acceptable in movies and television. Something like America here after the code was instituted in the thirties.

I'm not complaining, more wondering at my idiocy in watching them. I watch quite a lot of Korean movies and series, having spent a year there in the army, not that I learned anything about Korea, really, cooped up as I was in a military compound. Makes me wonder though what the analytics Netflix and the rest of them use to make recomendations have me down as in their calculations.