Sunday. To bed and lights out by ten, awakening at six-thirty, up and out the door around seven. OK, a decent night's sleep from the feel of it, a drive to breakfast toting the three Sunday papers. Two hours for breakfast and to read (some small part of) the papers to include the comics, of course, (we always read the comics, skipping but one or two we don't like) and then back home on another sunny, going to be in the low seventies, day. Hey.
We'll go through more of the pictures we took yesterday, be sure we really don't have a full section we can post to the web. I'm a little depressed at not having been able to get there when it started, not having time enough to do the thing justice, but we'll see if we don't have one section that can be posted. Lots of pictures of signs with people present, not so many of people with signs present. If that makes sense.
You trying to imply you're a “people person”, even though for all practical purposes you now appear to be an old hermit?
At least with pictures.
Later. And so a section was mined from yesterday's photographs. No complaints other than the ones I've already made. You get into them, they start to grow on you. A little bit. But this is a standard routine of mine after a photo session. We'll let it drop.
Evening. Processing pictures and putting a section together took the entire afternoon with a break to walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and a package of weirdly flavored peanuts. Went through the “should I, shouldn't I?” routine as I passed the now reopened burger shop. Not hungry for steak/chicken/turkey on a bun, I guess. With or without a bun. But this too we've said too often.
Nothing on television. An earlier Elementary episode on channel 36 I'd seen before, but watched none the less. Didn't remember who'd done what to whom, the upside of this fading memory business.
Was your memory similarly, um, stressed when you were younger?
Can't remember if I noticed then or not.