Sunday. To bed early, awake early by an hour at five, coughing, what else? Still, feed the cat, drink a glass of water, take the medicines, drink a glass of water, brush the teeth, get dressed, drink a glass of water, check the computer and then off to breakfast for coffee, orange juice, mixed fruit and a waffle. The small bowl full of pieces of melon (watermelon, cantaloupe and the like) is a bennie for being a good customer and appreciated. Why so thirsty this morning I don't know but it's one of those things with an easily identifiable remedy, here on this overcast morning in Oakland.
I'm writing this without a single photograph for the entry and I assume when it's posted there will be one up top and one behind the title that I've gotten later at the Solano Stroll. Unless I don't go.
Later. We'll drive next time. Taking the bus was OK, overly long, but OK. Yet, boy-howdy was I tired when I finally found my way home. Low blood pressure tired through the whole Stroll, but that's something to think about after my scheduled talk with the nurse-doctor tomorrow.
I bumped into Mr. M and Ms. A first thing when I arrived, they out again on a weekend. Good. Ran into two more people I knew from the old company and said hello. Stuck my head in at Solano Sushi to say hello to Kenny and his wife, the restaurant itself not open except for a small window on the street through which they were selling various sushi dishes, but Kenny called me in and we talked for an hour about photography as he plied me with various liquids and dishes. Which I appreciated.
Sitting in a restaurant is not taking pictures, though. Looking at my production I'm not impressed, but again, this low blood pressure stuff is a reasonable excuse providing I really really do something about it tomorrow. Really, really.
So, the day is pretty much done. I, certainly, am pretty much done and “the checks in the mail”.
That doesn't make sense.
Which is exactly how I feel.