Thursday. To sleep at a decent hour to awaken at five. OK, doze along for close to an hour to turn on the lights at five minutes to six to listen to the KPFA five minute news and learn they'd turned the power off here in Oakland at ten-thirty last night, my area again not part of the shutdown. Which was obvious when the light came on when I flipped the switch, the digital clock displaying the time beside the bed. So up and out the door on a dark, colder, clear skies morning, the eyes watering and the nose not far behind.

Arrived before seven to find the restaurant open and so settled in with the papers to order the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up around twenty minutes to nine and set out for home, taking a couple of pictures of windows defaced by the same person who'd painted his or her undecipherable signature on the clothing store window yesterday.

His or her? Are we being politically correct?

Probably. Some guy who needs a few years more practice with his paint brush before he's allowed to venture out unattended is probably more accurate.

I think we've descended into babble here.

Whatever, feeling a bit tired.

Another picture of a flower below the Lakeview school, not really noticing it was sitting on top of a discarded take home meal container that didn't add to its benefit. A group of people on bicycles along with one on a scooter wanted a picture, similarly with the trash I'd photographed yesterday on the sidewalk, covered this morning. A news item in the local paper noted there'd been a fire in the apartment house right above it and so this was obviously what they'd taken from the unit after they'd put it out. Mystery solved.

Another of a Lyft scooter, a headless Bird scooter that's been sitting on the sidewalk now for a couple of days and then the ever necessary selfie in the building lobby before editing and then posting yesterday's entry, stopping on this some paragraphs back. Tired and maybe a little fried.

What's the difference?

The spelling, I imagine.

Later. Sunny and a bit cool outside and so out the door in a long sleeved shirt and light jacket to take the bus to the Broadway ATM and then walk back to the apartment house construction sites at 23rd and Webster and 23rd and Valdez to see if there'd been any noticeable changes in this last while. They're either finished or pretty close to finished from the look of them.

A bus home. Enough for this day I'd say.

Evening. Watched the first fifteen minutes of Vera that started at eight on public television and was able to make out the dialogue through the accents reasonably well, but decided it was time for bed and so bailed and headed for the bedroom to listen to the radio and then turn it all off by nine-thirty. A good day, a bad day? Probably to the good, although the memory isn't all that clear now that this is being written later first thing in the morning.