Sunday. All the various PBS stations seemed to be raising money last night (do they ever really stop?) and so I worked on the Cherry Blossom photographs until nine when I then watched a German detective program (an hour and a half) while playing along on the guitar. The lead character is an experienced woman police detective who evidently, unlike her junior partner, doesn't carry a weapon and managed to lock herself up alone in an apartment empty but for a guy in a mask armed with a poker. I don't believe real women police detectives pull stunts as stupid as these (more than once).
An interesting story line except for this one (all so seemingly common in the genre) episode in the story line.
Anyway, off to breakfast and back, the day overcast, but they're again saying we'll have a clear day later. Go over to Japantown later and again shoot photographs? I'm thinking not at the moment, but I do feel reasonably whole. Which means the decision isn't final?
Later. Yesterday was indeed a long day as, after posting to the journal and working through one or two of yesterday's photographs, I went into the bedroom to lie down and drifted off for something like five hours, not getting up again until three in the afternoon.
No ocular anythings, just tired. Obviously no thought to attend another day at the festival, but spent the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening working on pictures. I said yesterday I thought I had enough for two web sections, and I do, but barely enough and there are a couple it would have been nice to replace with something better. Still, they're up and life is swell.
Evening. Watched a Fronline special on the Vatican and the current turmoil in the church. Instructive and altogether depressing. Otherwise guitar and bed early. We'll not watch an hour long eposide of The Bletchley Circle at ten. Certainly not. I need sleep. I do. I will.