Monday To sleep after ten, not sure exactly when, to awaken at five-thirty, a little early, the chest sore, but not overly sore. Up finally to walk to breakfast under mostly clear skies, the air index Moderate, arriving a little early to find all the patio tables in place and so settled in to start on the papers.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up not long after nine again and so up and off to walk home taking the usual pictures along the way again making the walk back seem to go much more quickly than the walk in.

Most of the flowers that were growing below the Lakeview school have been removed, although there was one lone California poppy in full bloom. On under the 580 Overpass and then up the hill to take the selfie and settle in here at the computer to get through this.

Are you saying anything other than what you've been saying now with every entry for the last however many years?

It does give me enough copy to enter all the links needed for the pictures.

The same set of words, the same set of pictures.

What's good for the words is good for the pictures.

Later. More time on the tablet, the air quality listed as by the Chronicle as Good at the end of the afternoon.

Evening. Continued with Red Rock, a series that's getting harder and harder for me to watch as the story line keeps dragging, dragging, dragging with few if any characters of interest. It had a high rating and so I'd given it a look a few days back and now I'm out to something like twenty episodes and asking myself why. Such is life. It does fill the time when you're spending your days inside and avoiding doing anything of merit, like, well, cleaning the bathroom. Going through all the boxes you've got packed up and eliminating the trash.