Sunday. Brings to mind Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb (“I have become comfortably numb.”), except in my case it's “uncomfortably dumb”. This after reading yesterday's entry. Ah, well.
A pretty much close to straight through decent night's sleep, last night, awakening at six thirty (not having set the alarm) and walking to breakfast with the little Nikon 1 in tow and today's bulky Sunday papers under the arm. Last week, in checking the car, I'd discovered the battery had finally gone dead after little or no usage these last several months. Need to do something about that. A trip to Portland would charge the battery. Otherwise why own a car? Much cheaper to use cabs. He said.
Anyway, another day. Feel pretty good. Don't feel like photographing the Chinatown StreetFest a second day, but I suspect I'll change my mind. Give it another try. Still thinking about this and that after the camera theft incident, we'll see how that goes. For now, it's almost eleven and the sun is peeking through the clouds.
Later. So far no interest in heading downtown to take pictures, but the attitude and energy seem fine. Nice day, decent temperature, sounds like another tablet afternoon ahead though. Sunday inside.
Evening. And so it's been: tablet time interspersed with some dusting and rearranging around the apartment. Which is good, the progress with the apartment, the throwing out of old magazines, the dusting, some guitar time (but not enough).