Saturday. To bed after eight after setting the alarm and charging a camera battery for the Saint Patrick's Day Parade tomorrow, but not really thinking I'd get it together to go. To be honest. Lights out after nine to get what I'm guessing was a decent night's rest, awakening just after six without needing the alarm. Out the door at the usual time, dark, the sky clear and cold, passing by the liquor store front pictured above when I was walking home. It was dark, there was a policemen parked in his cruiser right in front, although that shouldn't have put me off from taking a picture then rather than taking it later.

The restaurant dark, but the door to the dining area open and so sat down with the papers, ordering the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee breakfast. Half a pound over on the scale this morning, not sure how Eggs Benedict fits in with all that.

Finished up by eight forty-five to walk home and take the usual pictures, getting the exposure a little better if not quite there on this one and documenting what I'm assuming is the finished mural on the side of the half hidden wall of the building they've been working on below my apartment. Home feeling reasonably good, but knowing I was going to flake on the Irish parade. Time to think about making some changes before we give up on photographing these outer lying events for good. Lots of different ways to take pictures.

Later. Watched the Players tournament that started at eleven-thirty, taking a break to head over to the lake dressed as usual for the cold. Shouldn't have dressed as usual for the cold as it was seventy degrees outside, too warm to be wearing four layers of clothing under a winter jacket. Turned around after snapping a picture and went home. Felt tired. All this “felt tired” crap continues to grow old.

Evening. Piddled around, found little or nothing I wanted to watch on television, and so to bed not long after seven to settle down with the tablet. I'm starting to suspect days like these are going to get older and older if I don't come up with other more interesting pursuits, not that I'm ready to break out of my thoroughly solitary existence.