Sunday. Awoke at six-twenty: good. Up and out the door to drive to breakfast on another sunny morning (why did I forget the sun glasses?), the blood pressure 107/71 when I got up, 116/72 when I got back, somewhat higher (and maybe better) than it's been now in quite a while.
The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast and coffee for breakfast, finishing before nine and heading out to drive straight home. Not by the supermarket, but home, more for let's get this over with than because there weren't things I wanted to get, but that most of the time, push come to shove, intelligence really isn't in charge.
The Oakland Gay Pride Parade and Street Festival later this morning. I'm thinking I'll skip any thought of the parade again and, as in the past, photograph the festival.
Later. Watched today's episode of Mr. Sunshine on the tablet to push the time into the early afternoon and, thinking maybe Broadway would be clear by now after the parade and the bus would no longer be detouring around Broadway. So much for that, the detouring bus let me off at 12th on Broadway and I walked the eight blocks to the festival entrance.
Sunny and warm, the warm getting ever warmer as the day wore on, taking pictures in and of the crowd. A large crowd. OK, warmer and warmer and so, starting to feel the heat take over, had a scoop of ice cream and a bottle of water before deciding to set out for the bus and go straight home, even though I wasn't sure I'd gotten enough pictures. Later, after looking at them, I might be able to scrape together a section. Not good to know you needed more pictures as you're leaving, but succumbed instead to the weather.
You'll do the scrape together route and come up with a section.
Evening. Spent the rest of the day recovering from the outing. Too tired after I got home to process more than two of the pictures or continue writing here. Then again, I more often than not am too fuzzy headed by the mid-afternoon to continue writing here. The blood pressure 131/86 at eight-thirty, lights out for some reason after all this talk about being tired at ten. Let's hope the sleep at least turns out better.