Calling This Finished
Today was, in fact, a good day. Busy, but clear headed, plenty of sleep (it seems), the head firmly screwed onto the body, the jaw aching - what else is new? - but otherwise a day not unlike that champagne and cake birthday I remember so well down by the lake with Ms. Wonderful when I was younger and didn't gross myself out so often with all this grousing.
Grousing? In Oakland?
Cows too, if you believe the ads on television.
Tomorrow I pick up the film I shot over the weekend. I'm not unhappy with the photographs I took with the digital (used in these last four journal entries), although I'm not sure what quality I'll get when I print them. So I guess I'd better print them. Maybe this evening. Maybe now, right now, calling this finished.