Monday. A good long night's sleep, a good morning after crashing yesterday afternoon when I got back from my photo shoot in downtown San Francisco at the How Weird Street Faire. Yes, I was able to find forty photographs to create a How Weird page on artandlife. Barely, but it puts me in a good mood.
I think you're overworking this “good” business.
Good is good.
Mr. E called to remind me we'd talked about the three of us heading for Sacramento this morning to check out a brewery pub he'd discovered. Drive to Sacramento to check out a brewery pub? Feeling the way I did yesterday? To drink beer and then drive back to Oakland? Not I. Not me. Not we. So we decided to have lunch this afternoon at Barclay's in Rockridge instead, lunch turning out to be two appetizers split between the three of us. I won't mention what they were, but you've run into them before, eaten them with a certain level of guilt and then not reported it to your doctor. At least I kept the Guinness in check. I've decided I'm too old to be drinking more than a Guinness or two in an afternoon with members of the local criminal element.
Local criminal element?
Oh, you know.