Thursday. Lights out just after ten to enter into an uneven night's sleep, but awakening again at exactly five minutes to six, the sky overcast, but the weather people saying no chance of any rain until this coming Tuesday. Off to walk to breakfast without the East Bay Times. Life without an East Bay Times. So the morning goes.
The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Still exactly one-fifty on the scale this morning, but the waffle was what was wanted. A photograph as I was getting up to leave.
I'd noted the tent again over by the lake setting out, but forgot to take a picture on my return. Lost in my own thoughts fog. I'd list the many minor memory glitches of the morning, but I've forgotten most of them these two hours later. Memory, you understand.
The Salsa by the Lake people are holding one of their events at Latham Square late this afternoon starting at five (Salsa at the Square), but otherwise nothing on the schedule I might like to attend. I know enough to bet on whether or not I'll go to take pictures, but you never know. The earth may move in the interim.
Later. Finished up the usual morning routine before heading over to the lake again, some signs of the sun starting to appear, although still overcast. Two or three cormorants in evidence, but at a distance, and two of them evidently not after nest building materials. This lack of cormorant activity doesn't work as an excuse. If I really wanted to get cormorants in flight I'd stay longer and wait for them to appear. We are a lazy man's photographer anymore, luck a crutch when we want to make excuses.
An odd afternoon.
And becoming ever odder afternoons.
Evening. Another ocular episode that came on as I was lying down drifting into a nap, the usual surprise when I realized what had been happening. Up briefly to turn everything off in the living room before getting back to bed. Some thought as I drifted off: I hadn't eaten anything all day long to blame this one on.