Hard To Know
Sunday. I did get to bed early, got to sleep soon enough (although I can never quite be sure, quite remember the next morning), but awoke a good three or four times during the night. Sleep apnea? That's what the doctor was worried about as it isn't uncommon to have it come back after a number of years. I don't think so, but maybe there's a sleep test in the future. I do remember the apnea days and they were not like these.
Anyway, awake fifteen minutes before six, the hour later daylight savings is over six, and so off to breakfast to read through the Sunday papers for two hours and now home to think about attending the Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos festival that starts at ten. We'll leave at ten, take the just after ten o'clock bus to BART and then BART to the Fruitvale station, an easy trip as the festival is right next to the station. So good.
Feel OK, although the head acting up a bit. Should be a good shoot. And if we've somehow got another ocular migraine on the way, they usually doesn't appear until late in the afternoon, plenty of time for the Fruitvale session. And we'll skip any chocolate covered coffee ice cream bars (with almonds) or grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. They're suspects. They are. I went back to earlier entries to check.
Later. The bus after ten to BART to step right on a Fruitvale train that had just arrived and so an easy journey to the Fruitvale station and the Dia De Los Muertos Festival. Not quite as many stands and people as last year was the thought, but still quite a few, with more than enough subjects for photographs. Two hours of shooting, back to Oakland and then the bus. An easy trip, no waiting in lines and some decent results. Enough for two sections for the web sites.
The two hours of shooting has required six hours of processing, but the photographs are done with but the web pages and small “thumbnails” left. We'll get to those tomorrow.
Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed by nine, see if we can't go with this daylight savings switch and keep the hour's sleep that's been gained, add it to the rut routine. Or do I detect laughter? I'm just babbling, hardly unusual around here.
Been a good day, though. Clear headed, no strange events. Cross our fingers and avoid coffee ice cream and chocolate.
Well, we will have to test them now and again to see if they are truly bad news. If they ever were bad news. So hard to know anymore.