Tuesday. The sun is out, the birds are singing, breakfast was good, the day begins.
I trucked on downtown to pick up a refill of my pain medicines for the sinuses and the teeth (and the top of the head and the back of the head and, and....) and to have lunch (a nice chicken Caesar) popping twice the prescribed dose to see if that wouldn't help (the recommended dosage being more than twice what I was prescribed). An hour later it seems to be working, although parts of the face still send messages (albeit less urgent messages) to the brain; “seems to be working” not quite the same as flat out saying “it does”. At least the mood is good and I'm realizing I'm starting to see what my day might become with this retirement business.
Really? And what might that be, dee-del-dee-dee?
Nothing too radical. I notice I'm spending more time now that I have more time working with enthusiasm on artandlife. Well, more enthusiasm than I have in the past. I realize there's much to do, many existing photographs to go back and find, re-scan and adjust. Takes time that. With the head and the taking of photographs, well, maybe I won't do any more studio work (although I'm not guaranteeing anything), but I seem to be willing to get outside and shoot. This is good. You need to shoot if you're going to keep a journal like this; crazy, I know, but it does seem to get me off (my ass).
Anyway, a step at a time. There is time while there's time, it could end at any time, so treat it with respect. And shoot photographs.