Monday. A good morning, up at six, back from breakfast at eight, a session on the guitar lasting long enough to fry my fingers (those nasty chords), a walk downtown and a bus ride back after a cup of coffee and a scone out on the patio in front of Peet's. Pretty exciting stuff, don't you think?

I got tangled up with yesterday's entry, the section on the mystery diary going on and on, rewriting it more than once. Still doesn't make sense. I may go back after finishing the damned book and write it again. And then forget about it. I'm very good about forgetting such things as I grow older. Part of the upside of this retirement biz.

Some futzing around here at the apartment moving this and that, more order brought to apartment living. Makes me think I'm making progress. Not the same thing as making progress, but close. Close.

More guitar, the fingers still tingling, getting ready to start stinging again when I start another session. Which is good. I may have finally gotten my teeth into the damned thing. I'm looking forward to seeing where I am in another six months, another year. More excitement on a Monday here in Oakland. The wind just goes blowing by.