Saturday. A good night, awakening at a quarter to six. Too early, but took my time getting up and heading out to breakfast on a cool, but not overly cool, morning: the sky clear, a decent day ahead from the look of it. Arrived early and waited for a few minutes before the first restaurant worker pulled up on his bike.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, not finishing the papers until it was almost nine. Bright sun on the walk home, something going on by the lake, not sure what, and Euclid below my street blocked off this weekend to fill pot holes, something we've been needing for a very long time. But then that's the reality in California, if you believe what you read. And see.

Halloween coming up, the Dia de los Muertos exhibit beginning tomorrow at the Oakland Museum to which I have a ticket. Hope I have the gumption to go.

Later. Finally snapped out of it and got out the door to at least see what they've done to Euclid at the base of my street to see if I'll be driving to breakfast tomorrow. Maybe not as it looks as if they'll be laying the surface through the day tomorrow. Still, we've needed this for a while. Years.

I walked back up the hill and on beyond to the apartment house/condominium construction site to see if there'd been any visible changes and discovered the gate protecting the area I'm able to shoot from had been locked, but could see through the fabric covering the fence that indeed they'd been adding wood framing at the top of the existing structure facing Grand. The gate might have been locked in conjunction with the road work on Euclid and they'll unlock it when it's done, but we'll see. Looking forward to pictures.

Another memory glitch as I was clicking through television channels and stopped briefly on a Pink Floyd performance. Knew the song, but couldn't recall the name: Pink Floyd. Thought about it off and on for a good two hours before looking it up on the web. Do I have their albums? Yes. Did I play them night and day in years gone by? Yes. Was I actually unable to remember their name? Yes. Know that's not good, but not sure how not good.

At least it wasn't the Beatles.

Evening. How is the newspaper delivery man going to deliver the papers tomorrow if the access road is closed when he arrives? I guess we'll find out.