Saturday. Breakfast at the usual place after sleeping in for an extra hour, the day starting better than some I've had recently. The 11:30 bus downtown to Art and Soul, a walk around the grounds after dropping my backpack off at the office, the two cameras heavier and bulkier than cameras should be if you're just out for some light hearted fun. Maybe bring just one camera back with me later this afternoon, I was thinking, having gotten my hand stamped at the gate to regain entrance, heading back now to the apartment thinking deep thoughts such as I'd rather not wear this light but overly warm jacket with a t-shirt when I returned. A t-shirt only, a fanny pack if I find it unavoidable and one camera with a lighter lens.
Nice music, though, even if noon is a little early to be listening to the blues. Had lunch in the City Center, walked along lines of booths selling crafts and arts and deep fried cholesterol. I was thinking as I was riding home - the obviously masochistic thought I'd return later passing through my head - maybe I should be doing more walking, not enough to qualify as one of these physical improvement programs I see all around me, but, well, packing these cameras isn't going to get any easier as I get older; best not to let the exercise I get through walking slip down the toilet. An epitaph for a lazy photographer: “he could no longer get his camera up”.
Now I'm sitting at the computer with the fan blowing cool air across my body and I'm thinking, well, this is the first day of a three day weekend, I can stop thinking now and still have plenty of time to start thinking again tomorrow. Or Monday, no need to push it. Now, that settled, where is that bottle of sake, this being late Saturday afternoon and about time to slide into my Saturday night routine.