Sunday. Lights out early to awaken at five-thirty, the right leg aching as it will in the mornings, but this time much more so and lasting through breakfast, still uncomfortable now as I'm writing. It's always gone away when I've gotten out of the bed in the past, but today it hasn't stopped. I've wondered about it, sleeping as I do on my left side and therefor my left leg, the right leg lying on top under nothing more than the weight of the blankets, why the right leg would ache, but this is the first time its chosen to last.
Out the door to drive to breakfast, the East Bay Times arriving for the first time before the Chronicle and New York Times. An Easter miracle? Arriving at six-thirty, the restaurant wasn't open and so drove to the gas station across the street to fill the tank, returning to again park and sit reading the first section of the Chronicle until the first person arrived at seven to open the door.
Not raining right at this moment, they're saying a light rain on and off later this morning through into the afternoon, and so I'm thinking I won't be photographing the start of the Cherry Blossom Parade, if only because, looking at the street outside my window, we've already had the first brief shower.
You haven't let a light rain stop you in the past.
Did I mention my right leg aches?
Later. It's been raining enough now to know I won't be heading out for pictures today and so spent the time finishing the Cherry Blossom Festival photographs and web pages, posting them finally before two. Raining harder, although, had I gone, I'd be back by now with pictures in hand.
The right leg is still sore, but less so. Let's hope this was a one-off and doesn't suggest anything important.
Evening. Rain and so time on the tablet, time watching television (the two Elementary episodes that are broadcast on Sundays). Also spent a short, run through an old lesson, time on the guitar before getting into some of the Cherry Blossom Festival photographs I'd passed on processing or posting. Maybe learn something from them was the rationalization. Blow up small sections to find interesting expressions on people's faces. They were better, but no need to pass out cigars.
I remembered what a clueless crackpot they'd made Holmes in these early Elementary episodes. Holmes can be something of a crackpot now and then, part of the Holmes canon, but he should never be helpless or clueless.