Friday. I did stay up a little later last night to check the Scotland independence vote, turned out as the exit poll had suggested, Scotland remaining a member of the United Kingdom. An unfolding story, however, that will continue to be told.

Still, lights out early enough, up with the alarm to head off to breakfast and back on a thoroughly overcast morning. Feels humid, the temperature here in the apartment higher than the air outside, but the sliding balcony door is open as are the bedroom windows, so we'll see if we can't get the temperature further down for what I'm assuming will soon be a warm afternoon.

Need to get the car serviced, maybe take it over and have that done after a bath. We're still on our every other day bath routine, half the number we took when we were working. We're an aging man cliché these days.

Later. We'll leave servicing the car until next week. Next Tuesday morning sounds better. A bath listening to Democracy Now on the radio, up to take a bus downtown to the ATM on Broadway and then a walk on to the City Center for coffee and a bun. The sun came out about the time I was leaving the Center, letting me know it was probably better if I'd worn just a t-shirt, but there was still a breeze and not a lot of walking left to do under the sun.

Off the bus a stop early, a walk over to the construction site to get in the pictures on the final leg home, the usual set of shots inside their perimeter fence just off Bellevue before walking along the sidewalk on the opposite side of Grand. Home to crash on the bed for a while with the fan. And to watch more of this damned Blacklist thing, bringing me close to the end of the season. Has its good side, has its problems, but it seems to keep my attention.

Up now to listen to the news, the head clearer, the upper palate and sinuses acting up through most of the morning. Feel better, in other words. Probably might have been better to have put off heading downtown until what seems to be these clearer headed afternoons.

Evening. And so I watched the rest of the Blacklist series. Again, an odd, often interesting amalgam of characters interlaced with schmaltzy soliloquies that tend to wear you down, all of this glued together by an unbelievable plot. But I watched it with interest enough. An NBC series I discover, there's a second season starting next Monday night at ten. Surprise. Past my bedtime, ten. He said.

Cooling down out there now, we may be able to sleep without a fan. Which is good. This weekend the Folsom Street Fair, one of the more bizarre street affairs on the planet, what with the leathers and the whips and the naked people and such. The problem for me is there's an Oakland People's Climate March gathering not far down the way by the lake at the same time. I'm thinking of ways to photograph both.

Nothing I want to watch on television other than New Tricks at seven and so to bed, undoubtedly to attempt to find something to watch on the tablet (a choice between Netflix and Amazon) before going to sleep early, one hopes, for our state of mind.