Sunday. An uneven night's sleep awakening at five-thirty and lie in bed and let the minutes tick off, turning on the radio finally and getting up on an overcast and cool, but not all that cool, morning. Now, would I be able to drive? Had the papers arrived? They had and I was able to drive to arrive too early, as it happens, and so waited in the car for the restaurant to open, a police car sitting with flashing lights down the way with two officers checking whatever they were checking just beyond Smitty's bar.

The restaurant worker arrived just after seven and so I sat down with the papers, ordering the two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee for breakfast. So far, so good. Another Sunday, overcast, but starting better than it might. Euclid, the road below mine, had been rough to drive on, but it had been clear of paving vehicles when I set out and so all had gone together well.

Finished up by nine, took a photo of three Lime scooters lying on their sides as I exited and the obligatory sidewalk photo before driving home. Euclid was closed to cars just beyond the entrance to my street and so home without issue.

The Dia de los Muertos exhibit at the Oakland museum starts at noon today and runs until after four and so I'll target getting there around one, give them time for the face paint artists to do their painting and turn out models to photograph.

Later. Caught the twelve-fifteen bus to Broadway at 11th Street and walked the six blocks to the museum, arriving before one. I'd bought a ticket online and they had a special check-in line for online purchasers that worked out rather well, as the line of people waiting to buy a ticket was long and slow. An hour later I was totally out of gas after getting nothing much in the way of pictures. Not all that many opportunities, not all that many people with face paint, not all that many exhibits to photograph given some of these I've photographed in the past.

OK, starting feeling woozy, the mouth starting to get the dryness I experienced on Friday and so a walk along those six blocks that turned out to have become forever longer while I was in the museum. The weekend bus runs every thirty minutes and I was happy, leaning against a tree at the stop on Broadway, that it came with but a ten minute wait. Home to immediately lie down.

Now's the time you go into your ‘I need to get in more walking’ routine?

Better, now that it's later, actually feel pretty good. Watched some football, spent some time on the tablet, popped some pop corn.

Evening. Watched the two Elementary episodes they run on Sundays starting at five, went to bed early to see what I could find on the tablet to watch without luck and turned the lights out early after what turned out to be a long day, one hopes to the good.