Sunday. To bed early, last night. Tired and to sleep fairly quickly, sleeping in until twenty after six. A bit of a slow start, but put the papers together (the East Bay Times had arrived, probably so as to not get hung up by the marathon street closures) and headed out walking to breakfast, Grand closed to traffic at the base of my hill and on beyond to the 580 overpass.

I should have flashed to the fact this race was being set up differently than races in the past with all the extra tents and porta potties and such I'd noticed yesterday, as there were now hundreds of people gathered at a finish line that had been put in place last night at MacArthur. We haven't had a finish line in the past. Hope there'll be as many runners and people about when I head out again to take photographs. If I head out to take photographs. Still being tired.

Anyway, the chicken-apple sausage, eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Couldn't finish the second piece of toast. We'll see how chicken-apple sausage sits with us soon enough. Flip a coin. We do put ourself though this a lot.

You and every damn one of us!

Later. Shouting and cheering in the distance and so out the door to Grand where people were cheering the runners as they completed their respective courses, timers in place for the marathon: the half marathon and the 5K, although it could have been the finish line for the other races as well. Took but one camera, again tired, but took a number of pictures in the short time I was out shooting.

Processed some of today's pictures before going back to process yesterday's Saint Stupid's Day images, the cheering finally dying down by mid-afternoon. Curious and so went out again (surprised myself), walking through the area as they were tearing down the band stand and various other structures and on a whim walked on across MacArthur to the theater and then up to Lakeshore as far as the bagel shop. All the bagel shop tables taken and I wasn't really hungry and so a walk back to the lake to sit in the sun for a few minutes before returning to the apartment. Somewhat surprised I'd gotten in so much walking after yesterday.

Evening. Barely scraping out enough photographs for those two Saint Stupid's Day sections. A good day, complete with the walking, up into the seventies, two good daily outings and now quite a few pictures finished, including a number taken earlier at the marathons.

Can't say I really watched the two episodes of Elementary that started at five, but I did have them running in the living room as I was processing pictures. Another two impossible story lines, one of them dwelling on this iteration of Holmes heroin addiction. Don't like a Holmes saddled with a heroin addiction. Stretches the canon.

Talking about Sherlock Holmes in your seventies is not unlike talking about Star Trek or Star Wars in your seventies. Wookiee and Vulcan infatuations aren't supposed to last beyond your twenties. Twenties for the slow ones.

In your humble opinion.