Friday. To bed early enough, lights out by nine-thirty, to awaken briefly at five, blink, and then find it was six, a repeat of yesterday morning's routine. No complaints, up to set out for breakfast in a sweater again, still quite cold, the eyes watering, the nose running, all the usual accompanying features. The restaurant was open with customers inside (one, anyway) and so settled in with the papers.
The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up just before nine to then walk home, checking out again a scooter I'd passed on the way in, a brand I haven't seen or heard of before. Lots of competition in that business from the looks of it. Wonder if they're making money?
A picture of a bicyclist under the 580 Overpass, another of the Lime scooters parked along the lake, a second shot when I was able to get a pedestrian in the photograph. Typically don't shoot one without a person present.
Another of the plants above the small single room they'd constructed beside the sidewalk near the bottom of my hill, the guy I'd asked saying it was for trash cans, as the parking lot next door was no longer going to let them put them on their lot for pickup. Still wondering if that's true.
Home to take the selfie and settle in with yesterday's entry before posting the last entry for October. And then noticing the journal links page said September. September instead of October. How did that happen? Had it been displaying the wrong month through the entire month? Not a good sign. You get in a rut and bump along, not paying attention to what you're doing. Brain dead. Well, brain altered. Brain altered leads to dumb errors. Not looking forward to where this is going.
The Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos street festival tomorrow. I've been running photographs from 2017 and earlier as I'd crapped out shooting it last year. I won't ask “will I go?” because I probably won't, but there's a part of me that still suggests “I will”.
Later. Finished another Korean series on the tablet. Not sure, after all those hours, it was worth the effort, some parts interesting, yes, some parts specific to current Korean culture that translates to our culture here as overly maudlin. Such is my time on the tablet.
A bus to the Broadway ATM, a walk then halfway home, long enough to call it a walk, anyway, catching a bus to arrive in time to listen to the news programs that start at two. Not much new or of interest there, unfortunately, but they filled the rest of the afternoon.
Evening. Didn't bother to check out Inspector Morse at eight, but went to bed instead. Lights out by nine-thirty.
A rather terse afternoon and evening, don't you think? Sounds a little down.
Stopped writing yesterday in the late morning, the day a little fuzzy the next morning when this was written. No excuses, just saying.