To Bed Early
Saturday. To bed early, up at six-thirty without the alarm, off to breakfast and back on what looks to be a decent day. We'll see. I have things to do with the photography article this morning. Interesting to review the pictures I finally came up with from the parade, many of the older ones from a technical standpoint are not altogether inspiring. Think focus, framing and, well, focus.
Later. A long conversation with Mr. G on the photography article and then a couple of hours working on the piece. A breakthrough, of sorts, we're now confident of finishing it in another day or two. How long have I been wrestling with it or, more accurately, wresting to put off addressing it directly as a young man should? Weeks, anyway. Still, a breakthrough, here in old growth Oakland.
Later still. A walk along the lake and then on by the farmer's market (taking but one less than inspired snapshot) to the morning café for a turkey and Swiss sandwich, strawberry ice cream and a lemonade. Life in the fast lane. Lots of people about, although it's somewhat overcast, the temperature decent. A bus back home because there was a bus coming as I was leaving and I didn't want to walk. Didn't want to walk. Not the best sign.
The afternoon ahead. Let's see if we play any guitar. A breakthrough on that article might just sweep it up along in its wake, two for one in the early afternoon.
Evening. Nothing on television I haven't seen or want to see. There's the Saturday evening series of four House episodes, but I'm right on the edge of having had enough House to last the rest of my life, everything going there at a hundred miles an hour heading for the edge.
Yet you’re watching it.
I've been watching it, but I keep spinning the dial looking for something else in between the good parts where they've drawn me in with something going way over the top. Maybe give up on House, get to bed early.