Sunday. Awoke at ten minutes after six to get up and get ready to drive to breakfast under clear skies and a rising sun, arriving just before seven to find the restaurant dark, but the dining area door unlocked and so turned on the lights and settled in with the papers. I hadn't been sure the restaurant was opening at seven (or so) on an Easter Sunday and so I was happy it was. Next time I'll remember to check.

Memory isn't at its best these days. I wouldn't bet the rent.

Now, now. Had the avocado (no cheese this time, should have done this long ago) omelet with country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, not finishing the papers until nine-thirty. Much to read this Easter Sunday.

I knew I wasn't going to go over to San Francisco to photograph the forming up of the Cherry Blossom Parade when I set out and so didn't bring a long lens camera with me so I could drive directly to the 12th Street BART station when I finished as I've done in the past. No thought to go by the supermarket either and so home to take two selfies with the larger D500 camera, the color balance better than with the much smaller Nikon 1 V3 is able to provide.

Maybe select selfies that don't make you look so goofy?

When your bent is to take candid photographs of people's faces when they're unaware they're being photographed, you can't then duck out when you take a self portrait that makes you look like a brain addled elf on speed.

Again, sun out there, we'll see if we can shame ourself into at least getting in a walk after bailing on the parade.

You're no long going out to photograph events, at least those where you have to travel any distance?

I bought a ticket to the How Weird Street Faire for weekend after next, but I wasn't sure I'd make it when I ordered. I suspect this hide under the covers routine, at least when I'm faced with heading out alone with a camera, is now pretty much set in cement.

Later. Watched more golf at twelve before heading over to the lake with a camera to take a look around, no thought to spend much time or to walk any distance, but staying inside for another day wasn't in the cards.

Not overly crowded, but plenty of people about and so dawdled along the lake and in front of the white column pergola before heading home. A decent shot of “Hank”, another of pigeons sitting on top of the pergola entrance, a scooter or two and that was pretty much it.

Evening. Watched Varg Veum – Cold Hearts at six, another episode of a Norwegian series I've dumped on before, to dump on it again as I wasn't sure what was going on other than the main character did his usual get into trouble, should have gotten himself killed, but didn't, routine. Quit just before it ended and went to bed.

Not a bad day as far as the head and the aching sinus business was concerned, but still suffered from the now usual hide inside apprehensions. No real complaints for a Sunday on this Easter weekend.