Sat And Listened
Monday. This double dose of pills certainly does make a difference in my attitude (and clarity) in the mornings. I tend to take them two, rather than the three times a day prescribed (for which I curiously give myself props) unless it happens I need three and then I take three (dee-del-dee-dee) without a thought. Sensible attitude, I think. Life is better, when it's better, no apologies whatsoever and if I become addicted, well, why so-some-ever not?
Addicted? What do you know about addicted?
Well, cigarettes. The web suggests some people become “dependent”. Dependent as in pizza and dark chocolate? Like sake, it makes you feel good. Am I dependent on sake? Certainly not. I feel not the slightest tug when I substitute Guinness or the occasional whiskey neat. I'm bullet proof as all can so obviously tell.
Another warm day, today, the last day of Art & Soul which I plan to attend. I mentioned I'd gotten very few pictures so far, although I got one or two during a period yesterday when I found myself getting more aggressively getting in people's faces, but I also said I was going to give it a good shot. I've got one more day to see what I consider “a good shot”.
Later. Well, again, zip in the way of pictures, who knows if I've taken a “good shot” or not, but an interesting afternoon. Lots of people milling throughout the blocked off streets, plenty of music, lots of vendors as I walked with camera ready, took some photographs, but also sat and listened, watched and generally had a good time.