Later. An easy enough bus ride and then BART to the San Francisco Civic Center, arriving at eleven-thirty, some hour and a half before the parade was due to start, a fairly large crowd already having arrived, most of them for the anime costume competition that's held in conjunction with the formation of the parade.

A good hour or so of shooting, leaving fifteen minutes before the start. I was tired. I was. One difference, the organizers allowed the various princess contestants out for photographs, something they've not done in the past. They've always been very careful in protecting what I assume is their “image” and they monitor access for photographs. (A photographer's paranoia speaking here, perhaps). Anyway, shooting away, a good day. Hey.

Back to the apartment, swinging by the pharmacy to pick up various pills and such that I've been putting off restocking, also adding that mouth wash recommended to me for dry mouth. Looks impressive enough, the clever little measuring device at the top, we'll try it tomorrow morning after brushing the teeth. They recommend using it after brushing and then no eating for another thirty minutes on top of that. Serious stuff perhaps.

Evening. And what do we do after a parade? We work on the photographs, enough for two sections of twenty-one this time, just barely, but enough. Always a little frustrating to have too many and to need to leave some out, even more frustrating not to have enough. We have enough. Knock on wood.

I prepared spaghetti with a can of Progresso Red Clam sauce this time to see how it measured up against the DeLallo and discovered it has an ocular like effect. The evening slowly went south. I'd skipped the various television programs I often watch (I'd seen them before, even though again I didn't remember the endings), finished up the photographs and then started on the web pages before as the world changed and I decided to head for bed. Early. I still have five cans of that stuff left. It may well sit in the cupboard for a while.