Sunday. I was up and out and eating breakfast at the usual place just after they opened their doors this morning having downed a bottle of sake last night. Go figure. A day of sleep followed by a day of high-jinks (I'm even now contemplating charging double-A batteries for the camera lights). Can fitting them to the new, not yet used umbrellas that arrived last month be far behind? Am I about to read the two pages in the manual that describe how to set them up? Will I take a picture? Two pictures? Really let ‘er rip?
I take it we are in an off-mood this morning?
We have run downtown in the car and purchased antacids and diet Cokes, we have charged a set of batteries for the lights, we are contemplating attaching the tripod plate to the camera and shooting pictures. This is more than I have managed in an entire week, yesterday being a day (as mentioned) spent charging my own batteries (as opposed to my camera batteries) in bed.
Which gets us - what else? - to the “I want to retire” screed. What's putting me off (other than not knowing how to finagle health coverage until September arrives) is I have to say, well, I'm only going to live another so many years at the very outside and I've got them covered (sort of) so let's make the break. The break. Out into the cold outside world break. The wandering around in the cold outside world with a camera break. Why does this make me crawl into bed after a riotous night of sake consumption and sleep? Have I, um, missed something in the mix? Should these years I'm projecting be revised down to months? Is that the only way to I can convince myself to cut?