Thursday. Awoke for good at twenty minutes to six, half opening my eyes and wait on the KPFA five minute news to start at five of six before getting up to get the weight on the scale (exactly on the 150 target), get the electric shaver from the bathroom and then shave while lying on the bed and listening to the first half of Democracy Now!.

Checked the window to find it had indeed rained last night. Not much rain, probably came around or just after midnight and so the sidewalks and streets were relatively dry, although the parked cars were covered in water droplets. The sky was clear and it wasn't cold. I'd put on one of the turtle neck smocks over the t-shirt and under the long sleeved shirt with a light weight jacket and so arrived in good spirits to find the restaurant open.

The Eggs Benedict with the usual stuff for breakfast, finishing up the papers at close to nine to walk home and take another picture of the flowers below the school, a single bicyclist waiting under the 580 Overpass as I approached, the line of scooters by the lake and the white sail ladies walking along the lake. So far so good.

The selfie in the lobby and up to sit down here to finish and then post yesterday's entry, fairly clear headed, a bright sun coming in through the balcony door curtains and wondering how this day may play itself out. I've been bitching about being tired, last night not really different than any of the others in these recent weeks, does that mean we'll be tired again by noon? We'll know soon.

Later. Nice day, a walk up to the construction site just up my street to see if they'd made progress and so took a couple of pictures. They've poured cement in the holes they've drilled, be interesting to see how many they need. Just there to support the car elevator?

Evening. Watched some of the Thursday night football game without much interest, stayed up until eight to watch the first forty-five minutes of Vera with similar results to these last many times I've watched just the beginnings of the program, realizing finally I'd again lost most of the story line in not being able to sort out the accents.

To bed before nine, lights out just after nine-thirty, getting to sleep reasonably soon thereafter. If I'm remembering correctly, not a certainty anymore, let me tell you.