Sunday. Sun this morning, a good day for something. Breakfast at the usual place getting there at seven-thirty rather than six-thirty after a good night's sleep. This new pill designed to help with the upper palate, well, we'll give it more time to work. Maybe it is working, I'm not sure. It hasn't been a problem these last couple of days, maybe that's good.

I did get my guitar practice in last night, playing as I watched the game. Too bad they lost, but not unexpected I'd guess. We'll watch the game today and bend the timing for our walk in around it. Halloween. I wonder if I should get some candy in here in case some of the kids come by? Best to be prepared. I can always get rid of it before I'm tempted to eat it myself if no one comes. But we'll see. It's been iffy in the past. I haven't had quite the same relationship with candy since that damned operation scrambled my taste buds, but it's still capable of letting some kinds of sugar run wild. A new world, this century.

Later. A beautiful morning. A bus downtown to have a cup of coffee out on the patio in front of Peet's, a walk then by the City Hall on my way to the local Rite Aid to buy a bag of candy in case I get a visit tonight. Buying the candy practically guarantees I won't, but I feel better having it on hand. Probably a common suburban neurosis learned at an early age. Mr. Miyagi was out practicing and I saw the youngster in the background imitating his movements, but I put it all together later when I reviewed the photographs. Had I been sharp I might have gotten something more interesting out of it.

A walk back then to the apartment, passing America Gothic here (or perhaps Oakland Gothic) on Broadway. An interesting walk, for all that, a picture of a line of people out walking the lake (it really is a nice day today and the people are out), an egret whom I've photographed before (or his or her mother, brother or sister, we've got a lot of them about) and a picture of a limousine parked in front of my local Seven-Eleven look alike. My, my. A limo in buying whatever a limo buys in an Oakland convenience store and then a Tesla parked near my apartment, the fellow who owns it about my age heading for Gold's Gym down the street.

It really is a nice autumn afternoon, the air clear after the rain, cool, the sun bright and warm if you're smart enough to sit or walk out in it. The baseball game starts much later around five so we've still got an entire afternoon ahead. Feeling good for whatever reason, we'll be cool enough not to fret why. Let the gods and the day take its course.

Oh, something for Halloween taken as I passed the Crucible Gallery at Telegraph and Broadway. In the Land of the Blind, the One-Eyed are King. Or, one might equally assume, Queen. Here in Oakland.