Friday. A good night's rest, awakening at four minutes after six to take my time getting up as I was planning on traveling to the lab for those blood tests that require fasting, and so breakfast wouldn't happen until after. Checking the weather it looked nice, as the weather people had been forecasting, and then for some reason I decided to have the lab work done on Monday and do the usual walk to breakfast.

Just like that? At the very last minute?

There may have been a slight pang of hunger that came in with a last minute vote. Anyway, off to breakfast ten minutes later than usual to have the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee over the papers, an interesting article on the amount of CO2 the recent fires had pumped into the atmosphere, how much CO2 wasn't absorbed by the trees after their loss and what that looked like in accelerating climate change.

Oh dear!

Indeed.

A dental cleaning appointment later at three this afternoon, another factor in deciding to skip the lab this morning, two tasks in one day being something of an overload, you understand.

Ran into Mr. K, who'd been having breakfast at Lynn and Lu's next door, and come outside to say hello as I was setting out for home, mentioning he's putting together his first photography book. He specializes in photographing jazz groups and has years of his photographs to choose from. Be interesting to see it when it's done.

The usual pictures walking home, the rose bushes finally giving up the ghost, the usual Bird and Lime scooters lined up along the way, culminating in an out of focus selfie when I reached home.

Later. Left at two for the three o'clock appointment, having no idea how much traffic I might find, to arrive at two-thirty, the traffic going in the opposite direction, the direction I usually take going home, much heavier. OK, teeth cleaned, out the door deciding to take a back way I've used many times in the past, but not recently. Got lost in the sense I didn't know exactly where I was half the time, but managed to piece together the way to arrive by four-thirty. Who knows if I saved any time?

Evening. The Pac 12 Championship is on television, Utah vs. Washington, and so, as a U.W. graduate I of course watched Washington struggle to win before fleeing to bed by nine. Well, fleeing: more because it was time.