Wednesday. I'm not sure when I got to sleep last night, but before ten, the bedroom windows open, sleeping with the fan at the foot of the bed. Awoke briefly at five-fifteen and then what seemed like two minutes later at six forty-five. Probably for the best to awaken well after six as all three papers will have arrived, there are more people on the streets and the day's are getting shorter, so there's more light. Except this morning, when there'd been a very light rain, and it was overcast. Still, comfortable walking in a light jacket over a t-shirt.

Had the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, fruit cup and three pieces of toast for breakfast, the extra toast to make a pork chop sandwich. Haven't had that in quite a while, but the weight was one-fifty on the scale this morning and a little voice had been mentioning maybe we should eat some meat.

Still overcast heading home, the bus arriving in front of the café just as I was taking the gas station sign picture, but decided getting another miserable pandorea photograph, not to mention one or two sidewalk photographs made it better to walk. And so I walked.

Overcast and cool, the sliding balcony door wide open, the temperature finally nice inside the apartment. Don't have anything on the list other than switching my camera insurance to another provider, which will take some time, and continuing with this weekend's photographs. The photographs need to get done.

Later. Took about an hour to wrestle with the camera insurance web site, the input form not liking my home address. Odd. Still, it's done and I'm insured. A week's overlap with the old insurance outfit and there are one or two things still to confirm, but the list has been entered and the credit card charged. Let's hope we never have to make use this insurance, but if we do, let's hope that it works.

More time then with last weekends photographs. Progress, not all that many more to go and then they're done.

Evening. Word finally on Facebook from the friend in Florida, the power, land line, and cell out, trees down over near one of the horse paddocks, but otherwise OK. The wife's pickup truck water damaged, but able to start and move. Sort of. So this is good. At least from here three thousand miles distant.

Watched Democracy Now, checked out Midsomer Murders for all of two minutes and then processed more pictures. We're getting closer to finishing two sections of Defend DACA photographs, same with the one section of Oakland Pride. Which is good, we'll get something up by day after tomorrow.