Saturday. Raining this morning, had breakfast parking as closely as I could to the usual place, skipped out on going to see the Dragon Boats, the head filled with cement (my rationale not to attend being the rain not the cement).
For having spent the last twenty years of my life as a computer techie I've not really entered the modern world. Well, the computers maybe, but I didn't even think to call the folks I was meeting on Treasure Island this morning on their cell and tell them the rain got to me, I assume the rain got to them? I have no illusions cell phones are anything but necessary items. Is it charged? Should I plug it in tonight, did I remember to charge it last night? What do the little beeps mean? Why can't I hear my ring tone worth a damn when I'm driving or walking with it muffled in my pocket? Well, yes, I know it's because it isn't loud enough, but I suspect there's a method for amping the output that's described somewhere in the manual and I am not willing to open the manual. If I could find the manual. Which I could. I'm not that far gone.
So, I've managed to miss the Dragon Boats, although there's a second chance tomorrow. The day has been one of introspection, as many days in my life lately have been days of introspection. This damned sinus-head thing. It does get in the way although what the hell, I'm in a pretty good mood sitting here at the computer writing drivel. Reasonably well written drivel, but drivel. I've not read any of the books available on the good stuff you get about keeping a journal - off line, in line, hidden in your closet - but I'm not sure going back and reading whatever it is you've written leads to anything useful.
I think I've used the photographs before. Maybe two or three of you will notice. They seemed appropriate somehow.