Monday. To sleep reasonably soon after lights out and radio off at nine-thirty to awaken at a quarter to six, a bit early, but feeling good after what I'm guessing was a good night's sleep. Clear skies and cold walking to breakfast, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open and so inside to settle in with the papers, the head feeling clearer, the attitude better than it's been in a while.
The two strips of bacon, eggs over (almost) medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for no particular reason, finishing up the papers at a quarter to nine to walk home under a bright sun, the usual picture of the line of scooters by the lake and another shot of the poster I'd photographed Saturday, showing some commentary by others who'd passed it in these last couple of days. Home then to settle in to finish and post yesterday's entry, an email having arrived showing that smart phone I no longer needed had shipped from Portland.
Nothing on the schedule, so we'll see where the rest of this day goes (in the next paragraph below).
Later. A short online story in the East Bay Times describing a robbery that resulted in gunfire at the Northern California Coin Exchange, a coin shop located right across the street from my morning restaurant at just before ten this morning. The robbers ran across Grand and up Elwood beside the restaurant and so I suspect the waitresses will have a story to tell tomorrow morning. Evidently “a resident in the area” was wounded in the shooting. Good thing I was out of there by nine.
Otherwise watched the new episode of Chief of Staff, a Netflix Korean series that releases new episodes on Mondays. Not sure why. It of course has a story line, but every episode is essentially the same: politicians fighting tooth and nail over power and money with the odd hokey “fight for the people” soliloquy thrown in. It's sucked me in.
Thought of taking a bus downtown, but the day had drifted along to two in the afternoon when the three news programs I always watch started and so I of course stayed inside and listened.
Evening. Stayed up until eight to watch an episode of a series I'd discovered last Monday on television. Odd thing, a (for me) rather mixed up who done it where two not connected strangers had traded people they wanted killed between them so that the police couldn't make any personal connections back to them for the murders. An old Agatha Christie plot: I'll kill yours, you kill mine? Anyway, it seemed worth staying up and watching, getting to bed by nine, lights out and radio off my nine-thirty and completing what now seems to be for me the evening routine.