Saturday. To sleep early enough, awakening briefly at five something or other, blink, and it was six-twelve, three minutes before the alarm was due to sound. OK, up to head out the door on an overcast, cold, but dry morning, passing by this guy juggling two burning something or others over at the lake, arriving at the restaurant at seven, the restaurant dark but for a light back in the kitchen and so entered through the unlocked dining area door to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. So far, so good.

The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up at a quarter to nine to walk home, take a picture of the same flower below the school, another scooter photograph passing by the lake and a surprise when I came up on another defaced poster of the eviction king that was affixed to the back of a portable toilet. So there are more of these posters out there than the one. The selfie in the lobby and up to the apartment, turning on the heat and settling in to finish and post yesterday's entry. Overcast, cold, but still no rain, the attitude good sitting here with the heater running, ready or not for the week to come.

Later. Started raining around eleven, although it's not raining at the moment as it approaches two, the Weather Underground site saying the real rain not due until it approaches midnight and so it's been football on television for us here in Oakland. Some thought to walk up the way to take a picture at the construction site, but took one look outside (not raining, but dark and not very inviting) so football it's been.

Evening. Nothing I wanted to watch on television and so in bed not long after eight again, nothing to interest me on the tablet and so lights out and radio off again by nine-thirty, a real storm kicking up outside the bedroom windows.