Saturday. To bed early after watching Dalziel & Pascoe for something like half an hour, lights out after nine, a pretty much straight through night's sleep. Up with the alarm, a bit slowly, but up; a walk then to breakfast and back, taking another picture of one of the flowers, that pistil still avoiding coming into focus. Well, more a snapshot really, we haven't been obsessing over this focus business. Not that early in the morning, the head still not quite yet able to tell up from down.

Bright sun, cool early morning air, a trip to Japantown in San Francisco for the Cherry Blossom Festival later that's starting this weekend, today and tomorrow, and continues on Saturday next weekend with the Festival parade on Sunday. We'll head out today and, if we're in decent shape, head out tomorrow for pictures, take in the forming up for the parade next Sunday and all will be well.

Or something like that.

Or something like that. This early in the morning it's lucky I can even spell.

Later. I think I need to do more walking as I'm probably kidding myself the walking I'm doing is enough to keep in any kind of shape. Too much time sitting in front of a computer screen or a television screen or a tablet screen (while lying down flat on my back on the bed). Which means I went to the Cherry Blossom Festival in San Francisco late this morning, caught a bus and then the train and then another bus to arrive at noon to find the place packed.

About an hour and a half shooting pictures, another half hour to have lunch at the Korean restaurant (the waitress recognized me, the regular customer who comes but once a year) and then back home, but feeling pooped. Not good. We won't blame it on age, can't turn back the clock if it's the culprit, but I suspect we can do something about it if we start walking the lake or (and this I dread) join the athletic club at the bottom of my street.

And the pictures. I suspect I managed to find ten I might be able to use for the web. Not many people in costume, the much larger crowd seemed to detract from the picture opportunities, either that or today was just a day when nothing jelled. Getting really tired didn't help. So back tomorrow. Maybe. Won't the way I feel now, but I'll feel better in the morning and trick myself into getting on that train.

Evening. Nothing on television. Still tired, so to bed early tonight. Don't feel like watching anything on the tablet. I mentioned The Good Wife is best watched in well spaced intervals lest it become toxic and we need more space. I do rate it highly, better than most, but it is tiring (for these every older bones at least).