Sunday. Awakened briefly at four-thirty to go right back to sleep and get up at just after six, the day an hour brighter, the drive to breakfast uneventful to arrive again with the restaurant dark, a single light in the back kitchen area and the door unlocked. Entered, turned on the dining room lights and spread out the papers ready for another Sunday breakfast.
The two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the papers filled with drama and angst on the upcoming election. I suspect Tuesday evening is going to be long and more interesting than we might like. Finished up by eight-thirty and walked to the car, taking the usual walk to the car pictures before driving straight home.
The Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos Street Festival starts at ten and I'm shooting for noon to set out to BART and arrive at one. Let's hope I don't crap out and in decent enough shape to end up with at least a web section of worthwhile photographs.
Later. Packed a somewhat lighter and less bulky camera and caught the bus to BART and then on to Fruitvale. The sinus-upper palate was acting up, but otherwise clear headed and happy to have gone. Not as many people as there were the last time I'd photographed it and many fewer people with painted faces and so came away with but one or two decent pictures. Walked a single time around the blocked off streets and then got back on BART, stopping by the ATM on Broadway on the way home.
Doesn't sound as if you got much done.
I didn't. Felt better, shouldn't have taken the less bulky camera (although that's not really an excuse - could'a-would'a-should'a), but at least I got outside and some walking in.
Watched some football, lied down on the bed for an hour, got up and watched more television. Sounds not unlike what I did yesterday and will most likely is on the way for tomorrow.
Boo-hoo. Make a change if you don't like it.
Evening. Tired and so to bed early, pretty much skipping the tablet (one does get tired of watching stuff on the damned thing), but able to stretch the time out reading until ten when I turned out the lights.