Monday. Lights out before ten, but to sleep a somewhat longer than usual time after, to then awaken at six-fifteen on a clear and going to be warm sunny morning.
A walk to breakfast to have two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, throwing caution (and sense) to the wind with the bacon, but that seems to be what I ordered and consumed without particular trepidation. We'll see.
The two pandorea flowers from yesterday were gone, but a new cluster was starting to bloom and so took what turned out to be a very out of focus picture. Hmm. How had I managed that? Similarly somewhat sloppy pictures as I returned home. Maybe just an off morning, the brain elsewhere, although the attitude clearly good.
Nothing on the schedule and so, bacon in the morning or not, there's nothing for an ocular visit to get in the way of other than my brain, and so we start another week, the last truncated week in August. No complaints until, well, maybe later.
Later. Listening to the news on hurricane Harvey and the rains in Houston. I have Texas friends I met in the early seventies with whom I keep in some touch through Facebook, most of them from Austin, but all of them, I'm hoping, dry and well. You never know.
Otherwise I haven't done squat (except for a bath). Worked on finishing the StreetFest photographs and yes, I'm going to put together a section, one I'll probably come close to completing today, but not posting until tomorrow. But that's been about it, haven't even stuck my nose out the door as it now approaches five. Maybe a walk over to the burger drive-in to get a grilled cheese sandwich, but if I do, then I have to go right now.
Evening. Skipped the sandwich and finished the StreetFest section and posted it to HereInOakland and artandlife. Experienced a memory glitch in the posting process that required futzing and juggling with this and that to straighten out. You zone out even a little bit and it does indeed bite you.
A truly dumb Father Brown followed by a Ms. Marple episode that I bailed on ten minutes in. Ah, well. Another Monday in the can, feeling reasonable whole, attitude good. He said.