Tuesday. To bed and to sleep at a decent hour to awaken again at six. Interesting sense of timing when you're asleep, the body wakes itself up within about a minute of the target time, if you've gotten enough sleep, if the routine hasn't been broken. It seems.

Anyway, overcast, a walk to breakfast and then back, the day starting well, although the nose (as has become its habit) tending to run while walking and over breakfast. Stops once in out of colder weather and when not eating or drinking, but still. Where does that come from? Going from a warm room to a much colder outdoor temperature will cause the eyes to water when you're young or old, but when eating? Every damned time? Seems so. Maybe back when.

Have no idea what's on the schedule for the day, but we'll work something out.

Later. A brief walk to the lake feeling OK, but experiencing a slightly fuzzy/off vision, just enough to make the walk somewhat uncomfortable. Paranoid. None of the ocular stuff, maybe just the vision aspect of it, but enough to make the thought of going downtown or walking somewhere farther along less wholesome. And so back to the apartment without having taken a single picture.

To then lie down and watch this and that on the tablet. Where and when have we done this in the past? Yesterday? The day before? Some playing with Lightroom. Facebook will pop a “how to do this, how to do that” link now and again and I found one talking about handling harsh light, but giving pointers about an adjustment section of Lightroom I really haven't played with in the past. And so we experimented. Good for us, one or two of my Anime & Cosplay pictures is are now slightly better. More to do, more to learn.

Evening. I forgot this was the evening for Neighborhood Night Out until I noticed the gathering on the street below my balcony. For some reason I haven't attended any of them in all the years they've been having them and this year adds another to the list. I guess I really am a hermit of some kind. Hermit with camera attached.

Otherwise time spent on the tablet watching the same set of this and thats, this and thats of various qualities and frustrations, but interesting enough to keep me with them on the bed. Nothing on television after checking out Charlie Rose at eight and so again, back to bed. And we have accomplished for the day: what?