Saturday. Don't quite remember when I turned out the lights last night, but at or just before ten to awaken then at six, pretty much on the dot. Seems to have gone well, last night's rest. Took my time getting up and out the door (to find the East Bay Times on the doorstep, so all three papers in tow) to walk under what seemed to be an overcast sky, the temperature nice.

Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up a little earlier than I have in these last few days and so the usual walk back home, noting the posture was good both coming and going. Not feeling (and being) somewhat bent over in our walking like too many pictures that come to mind of older men. Surprised me a bit. Feel good. Be nice if we could make it last.

The last day of the month, another Amazon delivery due today and so maybe we'll attend the Autumn Moon Festival in San Francisco tomorrow and get some things we need to do here out of the way.

Later. A walk over along the lake around noon to pass by what seemed a somewhat larger than usual Capoeira group well into one of their numbers and so a couple of pictures.

On by the young drummer who's been written up in the local papers for being so successful at raking in donations from people on their way to and from the Saturday farmers market.

The farmers market was as far as I got, crossing Grand across from the theater and straight back to the apartment. At least I got outside.

Evening. So much for a Saturday. That Amazon package did arrive, buzzing the door this time, two packages of “spicy” noodles I'd decided to try as others I've ordered in the past were no longer in stock. Amazon runs out of a lot of what I've included in my end of month deliveries. Anyway, “spicy” in this case turned out to be blast furnace territory and I wasn't able to eat it, even though I'd only added about half the package that contains the “spicy” part. You live, you learn. When it comes to “spicy” maybe I'm just a wuss.