But to bed and up on another overcast morning at six-thirty without having set the alarm, running by the ATM before having eggs Benedict for breakfast. Which led to a nap after some slight ocular symptoms appeared when I arrived home. (I was wondering how those eggs Benedict might work out.) Maybe just factor the fact these things will haphazardly happen when I eat something I'm not sure about. Let it happen, but at a convenient time when you're near a comfortable bed. Hup.

There's a San Francisco demonstration in support of Bradley Manning scheduled for three this afternoon at Powell and Market. I probably won't go, but then I never know until the last minute. Overcast and grey out there, not particularly inviting, although I wouldn't mind shooting some pictures.

Later. A slow afternoon. A slow Sunday afternoon doing little or nothing other than a walk to the usual place for lunch (which included ice cream) and a bus back to the apartment. No adventures, no complaints.

And that's it?

The longer the wind, the worse the verse.

Evening. Flipping through the various television channels watching a bit of this and that, tuning the guitar and sitting down finally to practice. We'll watch Moyers & Company and then head for bed, but first a spaghetti with clam sauce dinner and maybe a shot of whiskey.

The last time you had spaghetti with clam sauce you had a reaction that led you to bed and, I assume you do remember, you've been off whiskey for the same reason.

I also said, earlier this morning: “let it happen, but at a convenient time when you're near a comfortable bed”. The time is convenient and I'm hungry (and there's nothing else right now in the kitchen).

A bad sign when you start quoting yourself.