Sunday. Lights out well before ten (I think, anyway, don't really quite remember) to awaken finally at quarter after six after what must have been a good night's rest as I feel just fine, this first day of October morning. Thank you. I do.

No sign of the East Bay Times as I set out to drive to breakfast, even though it was something like six-forty, later than usual, but still no paper. Had the avocado and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers and then set out for home. Again, feeling pretty good. A picture as I was getting in the car, having forgotten to reduce the ISO setting now that the sun was up. OK. For display here it works.

I'm thinking I won't attend the Autumn Moon Festival today in San Francisco for the usual reasons and I'm pretty sure that will be the case, except I'm not completely sure. I could use the pictures and, if I could get my ass in gear, I'm sure I would: take pictures and enjoy the experience. Go figure. I can't.

Later. Nice out there in the low seventies and so a walk to the lake to sit in the sun by the white pergola for a bit before returning to the apartment. The vision still a little funky, but what the hell? It's almost always a little funky.

Otherwise, switching between various television programs, the two football games, the France 24 News channel and whatever else I can find. Feel pretty good and so was strangely driven to do some cleanup that I've been avoiding since the Devonian Age. Nothing too heavy or spectacular, but doing enough to feel perky. Which is good, I guess: “perky”. On a Sunday.

Evening. Watched the first half or so of The Bletchley Circle on PBS at six. I'd seen it before, but followed along for most of it. Also watched the first half of Crimson Field that followed on another PBS channel at seven, another one I've seen before and bailed on it about half way through as well. Consistent at least. I guess.

To bed with lights out after the six minute news program at ten.