"Saturday OK, to sleep soon enough to awaken at six forty-five, not a bad night, the chest not aching in any meaningful way, up to drive to breakfast on an overcast fog and smoke filled morning, the Air Quality Index saying Unhealthy For Everyone here in Oakland (my excuse for driving rather than walking). Arrived early, but the tables were set up and waiting and so sat down and started on the papers. Couldn't really smell or feel the smoke. Without the warnings I'd not have had a thought about the air.

The avocado and mushroom omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up to document the four cent a gallon drop in the price of regular at the Mobile station across the street and then walk to the car, take the picture of the succulent on the restaurant patio and drive straight home, take the selfie in the lobby and settle in here at the computer.

There were cement trucks unloading cement at the construction site just up my street when I got home and so they're doing something up there that deserves checking out for a picture or two, so maybe later today, maybe tomorrow.

Later. Nothing on television and so to the tablet to watch more of the Borgen series. No thought to go outside, just the usual do this, not do that and the afternoon is gone.

Evening. Watched the beginning of Postcards From The Edge that started at eight, a movie from the early nineties I'd never heard of before directed by Mike Nichols and starring Meryl Streep, Shirley MacLaine, Dennis Quaid, Gene Hackman and Richard Dreyfuss that held me for a while until the back and forth comedy between Streep and MacLaine drove me to bed. Well, made in the nineties, I didn't have access to many movies when this one was released.

Talked with my sister on the phone to see how she was doing living near the fires close to Portland, her area of Lake Oswego near the Riverside Fire cautioned to be ready to evacuate on a moments notice. So far, so good. Doesn't look like there will be a problem, although the first is zero percent contained and the smoke in the air is terrible. Back to Borgen on the tablet and for some reason it held my attention for longer than usual and I ended up not turning the lights out until way later than you'd consider sensible.