Saturday. Another lights out before ten to awaken at six-thirty and so, we'd usually be thinking, another good night's sleep, although I felt tired once I'd returned from breakfast. Still, clear skies, lighter now setting out at seven (with all three papers), to arrive and have a plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast.

Finished breakfast by eight-thirty to walk back home, the sun bright, the air reasonably cool and now home to edit yesterday's entry at length, struggling to salvage something from the blather I'd found when I'd opened it, posting it and then wading through the usual get the web pages updated and the few pictures I'd taken in order.

Nothing on the schedule to photograph today, the Folsom Street Fair tomorrow more than enough to make for a successful weekend, maybe a walk later to the lake to see what the real people are up to. Tired, as mentioned, and so maybe a nap now to recharge the batteries.

Later. Tired became two hours of lying on the bed, that second hour asleep. So much for thinking I'd gotten a good night's sleep last night. Hope this doesn't happen again tomorrow.

A walk to the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich, taking one of the cameras along. Lots of people about on the short walk to the drive-in, a walk I've done a thousand times (well a hundred or so times), always with a camera in tow, but this time it required cajoling. Bring the camera, don't bring a camera. Depressing.

Evening. Nothing on television, although I watched not a small amount of it. Now feel more the normal later in the evening tired than the really tired of today's later morning, early afternoon, and so to bed now to see if we can't get in a longer night's rest. Well, to bed, we'll know soon enough in the morning when we got to sleep.