It's April.

Ah, yes. It is.

I did read in the papers this morning there was an immigration demonstration yesterday in both downtown Oakland and San Francisco I'd been unaware of and I again feel the need to find a way to learn about them before the fact. Might have been nice to have gone and taken photographs. I support immigration reform, although I use demonstrations as a place to take candid portraits and would have as easily attended an anti-immigration protest as well. One reason to live in Oakland, though. I don't think we've had anti-immigration protests. Murders, yes: too many. Anti-immigration protests: not so many.

The coming two weekends host the Cherry Blossom Festival in San Francisco so there's something to look forward to. You can never have so many opportunities that you can miss one, though, through neglect. Gotta find those better sources of information. Twitter, maybe? I'd have thought Occupy Oakland would have put something out on Twitter or Facebook.

Later. Took a nap, a good half, maybe three quarters of an hour nap, so we were indeed tired after last night. Get to bed earlier? At nine? Rocket (burn the candle at both ends) Robert to bed at nine? Sure. I guess it's come to that.

A walk down by the lake, more to test the weather than with any destination in mind. A photograph or two, a walk then back to the apartment. The weather is fine, really didn't need the light jacket.

Later still. A walk to the usual place for a salad, ice cream and lemonade. I need to watch the calories for a couple of pounds, so no more hamburgers for a bit. Not a bad salad, had leafy things in it I've only read about, but it tasted better than yesterday's burger. The palate has changed, the stars have realigned (repeating this for about the ninety ninth time), but I'm starting to get hungry again.

Another eight prints completed for the ongoing project. I realize now I did most of the early photo adjustments on a laptop without Lightroom while I was in Los Angeles and I probably should have redone them when I returned home. I should have occurred to me that editing on a laptop display (although it's a particularly good one) without Lightroom available doesn't make for the best prints, although the web photos seemed half way decent. We learn one inch at a time, kicking and screaming.

Evening. That Korean spy program again, leading into it by watching the first half of another chapter of the subtitled French wine expert series program at six. I was torn. The French wine expert's chase turned out to be more interesting than I'd expected and I debated whether or not to switch in the middle of it to watch the Korean spy program and then come back to watch the wine detective when it started all over again at nine. I opted to watch the Korean spies.

Because?

The women are quite attractive competent and shoot better than the men.

That makes sense?

I warned you earlier: it's an off the wall youngster's shoot 'em up with cartoonish spy scenes impossible to imagine in real life. Everything you've ever found in a Superman comic book but the telephone booths and they'd have the booths if it weren't for the advent of cell phones, great big Samsung cell phones half the size of ping pong paddles pressed up against their heads.

But no iPhones?

I keep telling you: it's Korean.