Sunday. Lights out by nine I seem to recall, not late anyway, to awaken at five minutes to six after a decent night's sleep. A little slow getting up, but that's more the norm than not, the energy kicking in soon enough to head down to the car and drive to breakfast, arriving at five minutes to seven, the restaurant dark, but for the light in the kitchen at the back and so through the dining area door to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee this time for no partcular reason. Not sure what drives my tastes in the morning, but finished up by nine to walk to to the car and drive home to take the selfie in the lobby, no driving by the supermarket on the way home. Not sure why that happens, but the mind wants to avoid many things these days, causing me concern.

Need to go by an ATM later today, so we'll get outside again. I'd totally forgotten the Dia de los Muertos exhibit opened at the Oakland museum yesterday, an event I'd thought I might attend. Maybe I'm just kidding myself with these things.

Bet on kidding.

Later. A walk well before noon to the ATM on Lakeshore and then right back to the apartment, a decent walk to make up for driving this morning. Or something like that.

Lied down for an hour after I got home and then watched football, the 49'ers and then the Seahawks well into the afternoon. No excuses, that's how the afternoon has gone.

Evening. The monitor died.