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Sunday. Not a bad night's sleep, only one other diner at my restaurant when I arrived for breakfast at about seven thirty, though - not, I suspect, a good sign - a tank of gas at the gas station on the way back, prices falling two cents over yesterday saving me something like twenty-four cents for the twelve gallons. Not good mileage, this last tank I'm afraid, but then I've been driving it very short distances. What can I expect? And filling it every whatever number of weeks, six at last count, hardly portends an end to the world. I would wonder, though, in another five years, whether I'll be driving the thing (assuming I'm around). From the look of it the world is going to change pretty radically in another five years and the price of gas, well, may be the least of our concerns.
You're suffering from a Chomsky hangover after last night. Lighten up!
I'm headed to San Jose later today to Mr. and Ms. B's for a barbeque later with Mr. E. Haven't seen either of them in a year now and this afternoon works out well as there's no way I was going to the Hardly Strictly Festival. It's been a big hit, the Chronicle reporting something like three quarters of a million people showing up, but I'm wiped for further adventure in San Francisco. The photos for the LovEvolution parade turned out better than I was thinking by the way, and I'll post a link when I finish the page and get it posted. That's good. That's progress with both the photography and the head, the state of the head the more important.
Later. An hour's drive down the way to San Jose, Mr. E at the wheel, a nice meal lasting the afternoon with many and various courses, an easy drive home arriving at eight, time to work with more of these LovEvolution photographs. Hmmm. At one point I'm thinking I like them, at another I'm not sure I like them at all. We'll put this aside and post a link to them tomorrow.