Friday. Awoke finally with the alarm. My, my. Up to scoot around and get ready to head out walking to breakfast, the sky clear, the temperature not so bad, to arrive before seven and find the restaurant open and people inside.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast because that's what came out of my mouth when I was asked to order. Nothing wrong with that, just odd to have so much trouble making a decision.

Finished up by a quarter to nine to set out for home under a bright sun, the blue flowers below the school had evidently been cut down and left lying on the ground sometime since yesterday. Wondered who'd done it. You'd think if it was someone working for the school they would have cleared them out after cutting, but they were lying where they'd fallen. OK. Onward.

No bicyclists waiting at the light and so a picture at the corner, another of a line of Lyft scooters on the sidewalk by the lake and then the selfie in the apartment house lobby. Another Friday in Oakland. Finished yesterday's entry and posted without bitching about it too much and now sitting here wondering what we might do later today that doesn't exactly duplicate these so many recent days. In the past I'd at least take a bus downtown, walk back, take the bus back, check out the lake, whatever. Don't seem to be doing that anymore.

Later. Did lie down for a while, but feeling a bit antsy set out to catch a bus downtown, going by the farmers market on ninth, thinking I'd get a sandwich at Ratto's. Haven't done that in a long time. The market was starting to pack up when I arrived, but Ratto's wasn't particularly busy and so bought a sandwich ($8.85 for a sandwich - prices have gone up since I was last by) and ate it out at one of their tables in front, feeling queasy all this way I must admit.

A walk back up Broadway when I was done to discover all of the bus stops were out of service until I got to 20th Street where I sat on a bench and waited for seven minutes for the next one to arrive, again, feeling “off”. Not tired, maybe “queasy” would be a better description. Quite a bit of street construction going on along this stretch of Broadway. It's indeed been a while since I've ventured downtown.

Straight home to lie down for an hour to let the head get back together, which it did, sort of. I'd taken a camera in the backpack, but hadn't taken it out or thought to take a picture.

Evening. Stayed up long enough to check out Inspector Morse at eight deciding (again) he seemed too cranky for my own cranky condition and so headed to bed again before nine.