Sunday. Various aches and pains in the legs and feet last night, not uncommon, but a little more so, to awaken at quarter past six and get ready to drive to breakfast. Didn't start out until close to six-forty, but still no East Bay Times. Ah, well.
The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking more than the usual amount of time over the papers, home then to futz with yesterday's rather choppy entry and then to start this. At eleven in the morning. Busy checking Florida and Irma as I have a friend hunkered down in the middle of the thing.
The Oakland Pride Festival is running now. Haven't ever photographed the parade that starts it off at ten, but the buses should be running along Broadway by now and that's a plus.
Later. The buses weren't running along Broadway, although I was able to get off at Harrison and make the short walk to the entrance at Broadway and 20th to find it well underway at twelve-thirty with a large crowd milling around by the various vendors and stages. Oh, and it was warm. Quite warm.
Spent close to an hour shooting, about the time I spent shooting at yesterday's DACA demonstration, and an hour was enough to wear me out. I'd brought the one camera in the backpack and seem to have gotten enough pictures for a section, although I won't have the energy to really look at them until tomorrow.
Evening. A slow nothing getting done rest of the day, but staying up to watch Endeavour at nine and then bailing at ten before it had finished, thinking sleep was more important than learning exactly what had happened and who'd done it to the lost scientist. I will find a way to watch it again, but all the way through the next time.