Friday. Awoke early (don't know why), walked down to my local café and had breakfast while reading the paper, walked back, climbed into bed and took a nap. So far so good. A trip down to pick up a prescription I'd run out of this morning (these things happen), picked up some envelopes (I have things due that must be done or else they'll become overdue and that won't be fun) and a submarine sandwich. And it was good, that sandwich.
Now what to do for the rest of the day? There's a San Mateo County fair today and into the evening and there's a gathering scheduled in San Francisco at four in the afternoon to protest the administration for walking away from the Geneva Conventions in order to conduct torture to their heart's content. As a civil libertarian/free speech type I'm less than happy with hearing the United States is in the torture business and I'm thinking, well, best to pack the cameras and attend. They'll think I'm some old government fink, of course, but they'll be wrong. Boy howdy will they be wrong.
Then again you could stay in front of your computer and play Freecell all day instead.
Ah, yes. Another example of little demons scritching and scratching around the edges of the brain making subversive suggestions. Am I not a stalwart civil liberties dude ready to set forth in support of my convictions? On a Friday afternoon in San Francisco? Outside my zip code? Outside my comfort zone? Isn't there a way to make this more, um, comfortable, bring the demonstration over here beside the lake where I can photograph it from my balcony with a telephoto lens? No? In Twenty-first Century America?