For Sunday, it wasn't a bad day at all. I got up late--presumably, because I had had such a hard time sleeping--so didn't have breakfast until 9:30. I completed the crossword, which was a good one involving Beverly Sills and puzzles--charming. Stripped the bed and did a load of whites.
After late lunch, I walked to The Market and got a half dozen nice grapefruits, plus some cookies. Walked up Victoria to Telephone, where I passed this demonstration:
(Click on the picture to enlarge.)
Yes, there's a powerful force that wants to recall Governor Newsom. They're conservative right-wingers, not my cup of tea, but then, neither are the neo-liberals. I smiled at the demonstrators when I walked past them on the way home and they smiled back. I honestly don't care if he stays in office or not.
Home, I did something I haven't done for more than two years, since B.C. (not, of course, "before Christ," but "before COVID"): I sat on the patio in the sunshine reading Billy Summers,* and enjoyed a cold beer and crackers.
Ellen called in the evening and we had a good talk. Aside from that, the best news is that I slept soundly through the night and just got up at my usual 6:30--boy, what a difference that makes!
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