Thursday. A good night's sleep, I'd say. Nothing to complain about, to sleep early, up with the alarm wondering for the first two minutes if I didn't want to go back to sleep for, say, thirty minutes and then the day kicked in. Good. Off to breakfast and back on a now sunny morning, the “warm spell” they were talking about supposed to kick in at about noon from what they were saying in the papers. Maybe get in my construction site walk a little earlier, avoid the sun.

I need to photograph something over the weekend that I can use to replace the Folsom Street stuff I've been using. Depressing, actually. Interesting, but depressing. Life in too many aspects. There's a Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in San Francisco starting tomorrow, but it's in Golden Gate Park and I've never been willing to figure out if there's a way I can get there from BART. I suspect there's a bus line or two, but my hide in the house period here is stopping me from even thinking about checking it out.

Later. Out the door and on to the construction site an hour earlier than I usually do to take a set of pictures and then catch the bus downtown to have coffee and a bun out at a table in the City Center. Not so many people about at ten-thirty in the morning.

A walk by City Hall to Broadway coming up on a small group doing a press conference of some kind in front of the City Hall entrance. Ah, a dog running for mayor. Canis Mayor. OK. I don't recall seeing his name on the sample ballot I received in the mail yesterday, but he has a deep bark and well worth a picture. Go figure.

A walk on along Broadway to Grand to wait on the bus. Getting out early I'd worn a long sleeved shirt and this had worked out OK if I kept to the shade, but it was getting warmer as I was walking. They're saying in the low nineties today through Saturday. I believe them.

Caught the bus, went straight home, processed the pictures. If it's going to be as warm as they're saying (it's noon in the mid-eighties right now) we'll work on the construction site web pages this afternoon. I promised their supervisor I'd put something up by the end of day tomorrow. Promises, after all, are promises. He said.

Evening. OK, worked out some of the issues I've been having (barriers of my own creation) to getting on with the construction web site and progress was made through the rest of the afternoon. Nothing on television again, so we'll head for bed and watch something on the tablet and/or continue with This Changes Everything. It's good.

Why not take life a little easier, skip the tablet and read something less upsetting? You read enough about climate change as it is. You're going to be gone by the time the seas arrive.

Old habits die hard.