Sunday. To bed not long after nine to awaken at five minutes after six, a good night. Up to put together the Sunday papers and drive to breakfast on what was obviously going to be a nice sunny day.

Hungry, for a change, and so the corned beef hash, eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Nothing on the schedule today and so if the corned beef (just the name should give pause) brings on something unpleasant later, we'll just lie down and worry about it if and when it comes.

You do go on about this ocular migraine stuff.

I suspect all the worrying will go away if it goes away. Or not.

Home to finish and then post yesterday's entry. There are still one or two things to futz with on the March For Science section, but it will be up pretty soon. I think. Nothing happening out there today I'm aware of, but we'll do some web searching and see if we can't find something that won't get us out with a destination in mind.

Later. Looked at what I'd posted earlier. Winced. Made corrections. I'm not worried about what I'm writing about here, observations sometimes as interesting as watching paint dry, but the rhythm, sound and economy are still important and not much if it was present. Another related question is even the corrective editing is more often than not cursory and half hearted. Are we really in such a fog or are do we no longer care? Or are the walls closing in and it's just that we haven't noticed them yet?

Out the door to perhaps pick up a pint of ice cream for lunch. Not what one's mother would recommend, ice cream for lunch, but nothing else made sense and so out to then, at the last minute, go over to the lake. A bright sun, but a little too cool in a long sleeve shirt. Not the best lens for catching the cormorants gliding in to dive for nest building materials, but a couple of pictures before turning around and heading back to the apartment. We'll do the ice cream at another time or another day, but better now to take a bath and then finish those photographs.

And that's been the afternoon. Posted the March For Science pictures, deciding what I'd done was enough. One or two decent ones, the rest, well, the signs people were carrying were interesting and different. Nothing on television I wanted to watch and so listened to On The Media followed by an interview with Elisabeth Warren on NPR, both proving of interest. It's now after three. Ice cream? Something to eat?

Evening. Had spaghetti with red clam sauce for dinner. I still have a lot of both in the cupboard, left over from a time when I ate it quite a bit more often. Nothing else came to mind. Watched the two Elementary episodes they run on Sundays I've seen before, both using their version of a damaged and broken hyper-animated Holmes. I am put off by hyper-animation in a Holmes.