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February 4, 2008

Maybe Not
Monday. The sky clear, the sun shining, breakfast has been consumed at the usual place, the car serviced at the local Honda dealer with the prospect now of driving over to Berkeley to fill it with gas and get it washed. More than I've done in a single day since the year 2005 and I only say 2005 because I can't remember anything I did in 2005 that might not have actually happened in 2004 or 2003 or 2002. Anyone else have this problem? I thought so, maybe it's not a sign of ongoing decline except in the emotional depressive sense.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Nobody knows what they're talking about and the only thing you can count on is those who are absolutely certain they know, don't. Not a bad realization, by the way, as it leads to lightness of being and relaxation in the middle of this muddled existence.

You're absolutely certain?

Ah, you understand.

Back now from the Berkeley car wash, the car parked in the basement bright and shiny. Let's see how long I can leave it there protected from the elements (protect my Element from the elements). It's a new year starting, finally, the various trips to other places pretty much accomplished, the days now spreading out into the distance, not a single get up in the early morning requirement I can remember. So what to do? Other than to stay up late, drink sake, keep the journal, take pictures and sleep in?

You still sound as if you're freaked.

For the first time in some time maybe not.

The photograph was taken this afternoon with a Nikon D2Xs mounted with a 17 - 55mm f 2.8 Nikkor lens at 1/20th second, f 2.8, ISO 100.