The Morning Goes
Monday. Another clear warm morning, breakfast at the usual place, the head at the lower end of the fucked up scale. Which is good. Life is good. If I were heading out to shoot another parade this morning, I'd undoubtedly come back feeling a wreck, but I'd do it and feeling a wreck would be just fine. All those narcissistic feelings of accomplishment in sore back and leg muscles. I'd undoubtedly write about it at length (and then take a nap).
So today we take care of this wireless webcam business, see if I've got a defective unit or if I, with all my techie background, simply managed to screw it up. I'd flip a coin on that. I can think of ways it might not work that I haven't tested yet, one in particular I think I'll take care of right now. Otherwise, the day is ahead, the week is ahead. An annual eye exam to schedule, a vaccination to schedule for Emmy, some bills to pay. And, I believe, a Fourth of July weekend coming up. What's planned? Any fireworks shows that haven't been cancelled? Any photo opportunities that don't require much in the way of effort? What does one do now that one is retired on a Fourth of July, the holiday landing on a weekend, the economy in the tank, the attitude for all of that relatively good? I guess we'll find out.
Later. They don't have a telephone support number for my webcam so I sent a support request over the net. That one last “try it this way” attempt I mentioned above didn't work. I think I have a bad unit. Woe to the man who has a bad unit. Still, although warm and a bit humid, the day goes well here at ten in the morning, three loads of laundry underway, three more to go before I'm finished. A haircut tomorrow, another end of month going away party for the folks getting the axe at the old company Tuesday afternoon. (We do seem to have a lot of these, now, don't we?) And then? That trip up the coast for a couple of days? I keep repeating it, there must be some element in going up the coast that has my attention. Leaves the question will I go before global warming takes over and we all have to flee a bay area turned to desert. I wouldn't bet the rent.
Later still. The laundry is done and folded, the bed remade, a short nap accomplished and now the day has drifted into the late afternoon. Which is fine. Maybe we'll hear from the wireless webcam people tomorrow, maybe we won't. I think to bed a little earlier than usual this evening (those clean sheets calling) and see how the morning goes.