Saturday, August 22, 2020

Fog or smoke Saturday morning.  Can’t tell. Just breathe slowly and sit around and wait.

I am reading the last of the Detective Martin Beck mystery books. He has lodged into my brain.

Friday, we eat a wonderful breakfast at Rosine’s on Alvarado Street. Really we sit at a table on the sidewalk and watch cars and people pass by.  First time since the before times to eat out.

We do not seem to be in danger of the home burning down in Monterey at this time. But many friends have had to evacuate this week.