Friday. Lights out before ten to get a reasonably undisturbed night's rest, awakening at five, blinking, and then awakening at just after six. So good. Up to walk to breakfast on a cool morning under clear skies feeling again, as I did yesterday, pretty good, the blood pressure right on target now since the doctor's appointment, the blood pressure for the first time in a very long time normal without any meds.

The restaurant open when I arrived and so settled in with the papers, ordering the avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, not finishing up the papers until it was close to nine.

Another four cent hike in the price of regular gas and so a picture before setting out for home, the sun quite bright, but a light cool breeze making it a comfortable walk in a long sleeved shirt and light jacket, taking the usual selfie in the lobby before heading upstairs.

Today is the Global Climate Strike and there's a group participating in San Francisco pretty much all day today, but nothing I'm aware of nearby here in Oakland. Maybe head downtown to look around as I have to go by an ATM anyway. Don't want to go to San Francisco, although this climate crisis is something worth striking/demonstrating/shouting about, even for hermit me.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM, a walk back to Webster and Grand to wait ten minutes on a bus home, home by twelve-thirty. No sign of any climate strike related activities (I didn't really expect to find any), all of it seems to be happening in San Francisco as well as Berkeley and outside Laney college, and so we'll not be contributing to the strike. Too bad, but I suspect my going to these things isn't going to get any better.

It is seventy-seven degrees out there at the moment, going higher.

Another useful excuse.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed again not long after eight, lights and radio off before nine-thirty. Not much else to say.