Saturday. Awoke at a quarter to five again to drag things out in preparing to walk to breakfast, leaving finally at the usual time at twenty or so minutes to seven, walking by the parking lot at the bottom of my hill at Euclid and Grand to find it full of cars. Usually it's pretty close to empty on a Saturday morning, but then passed by the white pergola area of the lake to see a large crowd had assembled for an event of some kind.

On to arrive at the restaurant just before seven to find it open, but just, and so entered through the front door to walk back and turn on the lights in the dining area and settle in with the papers. Not an overly cold morning, the sky with some scattered clouds, the rain they'd been thinking would stay north of here obviously had. So good.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast finishing up at a quarter to nine and setting out, curious to see what had happened to the crowd at the lake. In the past, when I've found one of these going on, I've returned to find the crowd much smaller evidently after having finished what they'd done and I'd had to walk over later in the morning to see what I could find out. Looks like that's going to be the plan for today.

Do you really care?

Enough to get off my butt and out the door, I'm guessing.

The usual selfie in the lobby, upstairs to tack on an ending to yesterday's entry and post, the sun now showing itself at ten-thirty. Time maybe to get off my dime.

Later. A walk before noon to the lake to see what the earlier crowd might have been up to, passing by two egrets fishing near the shore and then on to the white column pergola to find some few members of the National Union of Healthcare Workers putting away their signs and packing up getting ready to leave. OK, three members of the Ginga Mundo Capoeira group working out and so took a few pictures before returning to the apartment.

You could have done better work on those pictures.

At least I got outside.

Evening. Went to bed not long after seven and ended up listening to the Yankees-Astros game on the radio from the seventh inning on, the Yankees tying the score in the top of the ninth, Houston winning it with a two run homer in the bottom. It's always been odd to realize listening to rather than watching a game can so easily hold your interest.