Wednesday. Lights out again at ten to awaken but once during the night and then finally awaken just before six to get up slowly, but up and out the door without fuss to walk to breakfast on a sunny going to be warm later morning. Nice day, this first day in June.
A call to see a cousin's name displayed on the phone, causing a hesitancy before answering. Another cousin died of a heart attack yesterday while mowing the lawn. So. Need to call my sister to let her know. Crap.
Later. Processed parade pictures, now looking at four sections of photographs instead of three, but still quite a bit of work yet before they're finished. Scraping the bottom of the picture barrel with half dozen decent ones left to find to make up the eighty four images required, but we'll get there. Just not today, I'm afraid.
A short walk to the lake to take pictures of the paving crew, deciding then to walk to the corner ice cream shop that had just opened near the 7-11 look-alike. It's been sitting there looking as if it were open for what must now be a year, something about a problem with their licensing, the construction not quite being to code, but an announcement came they'd be opening on Memorial Day. The announcement, a post on the local neighborhood web site, looked interesting (ice cream, after all) and so it was time to see what they were about.
I bought two bite size cookie-like confections for what I thought quite a bit of money. They were good, quite good, but again, expensive. They weren't made with ice cream, we'll try one of their ice cream cones at another time, but I'm afraid their small cookie-like confections, albeit very good, won't demand a return.
Evening. More work on the photographs as Democracy Now ran in the background, a look at Charlie Rose, but just a look before going to bed. Tired and a little fried. I'd started the day with an avocado and cheese omelet please hold the cheese, this morning, something of a gamble with this ocular migraine business and was feeling just the touch of something similar, so time for bed. Could just be me, the chemistry out of balance, a culmination of spending too much of the earlier life screwing around.