Thursday. I've left work early, bought a glass of wine at Max's in the City Center and I'm sitting outside at a table to drink wine, write this and watch the people pass by. I don't do this enough.
I have the F6 with the small 50mm lens but without the vertical grip attachment and the big battery sitting on my lap. Nice to carry a camera this small and light loaded with black and white. Of course there is some disadvantage in the fact I've not developed any film for the last six months, but the wine will take care of that. Wine is good in mitigating minor distractions.
Overall, after everything, after all the whining, things are pretty good. The aching mouth is no longer omnipresent, the head seems clear. I can feel stirrings of interest in projects I've been working on both personal and at the office. Cross my fingers. Sip a little wine. Take another picture.