Or something like that.

Or something like that. Maybe a flu shot today, something exciting, something different. Better than a car crash, anyway - a flu shot - and it will get me out of the apartment with a camera in hand.

Later. A nap and now it's eleven, a bit of sun peeking through the grey, maybe a bus ride downtown to hit the ATM and see who's playing at the Wednesday noon concert in the City Center. Oh, and that flu shot (which I will undoubtedly avoid). Good rationalizations to get my act together and set out.

Later still. A bus downtown as far as the ATM on Broadway, a walk then on farther to the City Center to see who would be playing at the noon concert. I wasn't quite sure what I was seeing until I noticed the band member in the fishnet stockings. Ah, right: The Meshugga Beach Party band. Sixties surfing music as in their Hot Rod Hanukkah. Not bad. Nice guitars.

And yes, I did cross over to the Rite Aid pharmacy and get the flu shot. I get my flu shots. Eventually. Eventually this year came earlier than most.

Off then by bus to the morning restaurant for a turkey sandwich (I was able to get through but half of it), ice cream (no problem finishing the ice cream) and a lemonade. One does what one does and ice cream seems to have a central place in my diet. Home then taking one or two snapshots on the way to now sit and listen to the news and play the guitar. Play a lot of guitar. We have our lesson tomorrow.

Evening. No little incidents at five or six, nothing much on television either, but that's becoming more common, a fair amount of guitar in between. We'll see how the rest of the evening goes, but the head is clear, I'm prepared for tomorrow's lesson and now I'm thinking it's going to be an early night to bed.