Sunday. Lights out before ten to get a reasonable night's sleep, awake at six-thirty to get on the scale at one hundred-fifty pounds (good) and head out the door to drive to breakfast, arriving just after seven to have Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee.

Good?

So far everything seemed fine. Home to edit yesterday's entry (we won't talk about yesterday's entry, it was a struggle) and then to bed when a ocular episode started. Don't know why it came, there are one or two forbidden components in the Eggs Benedict, but an hour seems to have mostly taken care of the it and so here we are at eleven, the idea being to head to the Art & Soul Festival today at two. Or maybe one. We are addicted to the “do not arrive late” disease. We are. We've searched for a cure, but without luck so far.

Later. The ocular experience left us a little wiggy and so “a little wiggy” helped to keep us lying down until we set out and caught the one-forty bus downtown. More people in line than there'd been yesterday when I'd arrived thirty minutes after noon, but not all that many more people once I got inside. I suspect this will turn out to be one of their less well attended festivals. But onward.

More pictures, but not as many as I took yesterday. Fine. There's at least enough for a decent single section, although you'd think I'd be able to do deliver more with two days of shooting. Looking back at some of the situations where I took pictures I could have lingered longer and been more productive. But I didn't and I wasn't.

A bus home at three-thirty, no complaints. Feeling tired, but no more tired than I should. We'll kick back, process pictures and take it easy for the rest of the day.

Yesterday there'd been a group of barbecue restaurants preparing their fare, a ten dollar charge for five “tasting tickets” and I'd debated giving it a try. The same “am I hungry?” routine, but I was close to saying yes. Today they'd replaced the barbecue restaurants with two long lines of restored classic American cars, more Corvettes and such than I've seen in maybe forever. They didn't interest me and I didn't take pictures. Thought about that barbecue though.

Evening. Processed pictures, skipped an episode of Elementary running on one channel, watched another episode than ran later on another and processed Art & Soul pictures. Thus has passed our evening.