Wednesday. Lights out by ten, but an uneven night's sleep last night, aware of the clock as it clicked off the hours. Awakened just before six though, feeling clear headed and ready to walk to breakfast on what seems to be another nice albeit overcast morning, the attitude (whatever the quality of last night's sleep) really good. Knock on wood.
I'm thinking of finishing Latham Square today and maybe even testing a lens or two for sharpness on the camera bodies I usually pair them with, make any adjustments that might be needed. I say that, the clear headed morning promising more than I will ever probably deliver, but still thinking I might actually follow through and do it. Might. Clear headed or not, we do tend to babble in the mornings.
And in the afternoons and, if you're still conscious, the evenings.
Doesn't seem to matter. I write this stuff down knowing I'm probably blowing smoke and still feel no sense of embarrassment (other than in half hearted statements like these). Life is as complicated as we make it.
Later. Put together the Latham Square pictures I'd skipped processing into jpegs when I was taking them last month and so finished another section of photographs for the web sites. One more section to go. Well, maybe two more to wrap it up properly. So good, something has gotten done, and so has gone another afternoon.
Didn't really even think about calibrating the cameras with two of the most often used lenses, but that doesn't surprise. The book I bought on setting up the auto focus on Nikons turns out to be not all that useful in that everything it describes I've had on hand here in other sources for some time. But we're getting closer to getting it done after how many years of taking pictures?
Evening. A slow day, not a bad day, some useful stuff getting done. No gold stars, but the usual routine of watching Democracy Now to start the evening and checking with Charlie Rose at eight to see who was on, otherwise spending the time on the tablet and turning in by nine. By nine. Sensible, I guess.