Saturday. To bed early again, but lights out at ten to get what I'm again assuming was a good night's sleep. Awake at six to get up without too much effort on a dark and overcast morning, walking to breakfast, again without particular effort, to have an overly large (and ocular migraine dangerous) breakfast (still at a mind boggling one forty-eight on the scale this morning) before heading home.

Took the usual gas price picture as I was leaving the café, but totally forgot I'd noted the price had gone up when I'd arrived and that I would need to cross the street and take a proper picture of the sign to place up to the left above as a link. Space city. Didn't remember until I got home. Trivial matter, we can take it tomorrow morning before posting, but another memory glitch that hasn't happened in the past.

A couple of pictures walking home. There's a Dragon Boat race over on the lake later and something called the Shakedown Street Festival in Berkeley (Grateful Dead music supporting Wavy Gravy's Seva Foundation) weekend affair I've not heard of before seeing it noted on Facebook. I can get to both, but wonder if I'll go to either. We'll soon know.

Later. The bus I take downtown, if I cross the street and take it in the opposite direction, will deliver me to the Shakedown Street Festival, a really easy trip, yet I haven't been willing to go. The Dragon Boat races are closer, but I don't want to go there either, although the way it's put together makes finding my kind of pictures more difficult.

And?

And this is probably not good. Seems to not be getting better, but getting worse, this hide inside the house phobia we're living in.

And?

The Shakedown Street Festival continues tomorrow. Let's see if we're still moaning and groaning about it then. For now we'll work at getting this new hard drive up and running and send the broken unit out to pasture. Moo.

Later still. Moved images from one of the old drives to this new drive. I'm now realizing I have too many drives to know what files are where and how much duplication might exist. It's going to require real time to figure it out. Six hours to copy the first terabyte to the new drive today as I was working on the Sheridan piece and watching television. More television than Sheridan. Marginal television.

You're retired. You're allowed to goof off.

Evening. More television before going to bed at nine. Nothing on the radio on weekend nights and so lights out before ten.