Saturday. We are still susceptible to ocular migraines. The combination of a grilled cheese sandwich (the sliced American cheese variety, more processed food than cheese) for lunch and the chocolate covered ice cream bar later in the afternoon, a combination that's preceded ocular excursions in the past, blamed for what arrived three quarters of the way through watching New Tricks last night and lasting well into Dalziel & Pasco. How far into Dalziel & Pasco I'm not sure as I was well beyond measuring time.
It was different than those in the past, yet clearly of the same stripe. A strange world evolved, things were visually stretched and stark, the mind off in a different reality, although I was able to turn off the lights and such (once I'd copped to the fact we'd left the planet) without too much fumbling and go right to sleep. I believe the pill they prescribed for the migraines still works, but I'll have to watch the stuff on the to be avoided list, particularly eating more than one.
And it's morning and I feel just fine, a lightness in the step, a reasonably clear head in so far as the head is ever really completely clear anymore. A drive to breakfast, didn't feel like walking after awakening fifteen minutes early (this time I understood why I'd forgotten to set the alarm) after a good night's rest. Indeed. One thing about the ocular migraines: it aids in putting you right to sleep.
The San Francisco Earth Day I was expecting to take place in front of City Hall has been moved to 22nd Street between Mission and Valencia which, in looking at the map, means I can get there as easily as to the City Hall with a slightly longer ride on BART. So we'll go (he said). We will. Really.
Later. There were thoughts of not going, but I overcame them and they left the minute I was out the door. Seems I can depend on that. A bus to BART, BART to 24th Street and then a walk to 22nd where they'd set up various displays and food stalls.
Not the best venue for taking pictures, they're not as good as the ones I got last year in front of the City Hall was the thought, certainly it wasn't as large, not as many people attending, but I did get enough pictures for a section. Just barely, but enough. Took two hours.
Three hours with travel time. Back now at three in the afternoon, the day quite warm and sunny, lots of people out on blankets by the lake, but tired, no photographs of any of the people on blankets by the lake, not even the rather attractive ones, but straight home to work on the photographs. But in a few minutes. Maybe lie down for a while, unwind, let the muscles relax, get rid of the not bad, but still aching back.
Later still. The rest of the day working on photographs and then posting them to artandlife. Not quite enough good ones to put together a section, but we'll do our usual and think about it for a while. Otherwise not a bad afternoon what with the shooting and then struggling with them in Lightroom and Photoshop.
Evening. More stuff on the tablet. Restful, at least, lying on the bed, a little of this, a little of that. It's now nine (he said). Time for bed.