Tuesday. Lights out by ten, to sleep whenever, awakening at six-oh-four thinking that's the third time I've awakened at exactly that time. I think. Up to take the blood pressure - 128/73 - before setting out to walk to breakfast, passing by this flier tacked to a telephone pole. Looked it up later on the web. My how things have changed since I first arrived so many years ago in San Francisco. The restaurant was open and so I settled in with the papers.
The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by ten minutes to nine and so set out under a bright sun, another street construction project at Santa Clara as I passed, the flowers below the Lakeview school, two bicyclists waiting on the light under the 580 Overpass, two Lyft scooters by the lake and workers starting to reconstruct the rough stone wall at the base of the hill along the sidewalk. Pictures, of course.
The selfie in the lobby and then a run to see who'd win in a race to the bathroom. Lost, this time. Bummer. The blood pressure 115/68 when I got home. Lower and better than earlier when I'd first gotten up. Not sure why, but not uncommon.
Started the laundry. How long now have I been putting that off?
Later. Laundry done. Four loads, all of it folded and hung except for the socks which I'll put off until later this afternoon if only because I always do. Now we'll look at those Oakland Pride photographs again.
Evening. All but the small picture links finished on the web section earlier and so we'll see the thing completed by end of day tomorrow. Probably. To bed again at eight, listening to the Giants game on the radio to hear they won this time. Lights out by nine, radio off by nine-thirty, to sleep under freshly laundered sheets for a change. Life in the fast lane.