Monday. Didn't quite finish processing the photographs yesterday, but made some decent progress. To bed early enough, nothing on the tablet I wanted to watch and so lights out to awaken but once during the night and then to awaken at ten minutes before six. Overcast out there and dark at ten minutes before six, but up in good enough fettle to get ready and head off walking to breakfast. Not a bad day, not a bad walk.

Back to the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, the weight one fifty-one. Truth be told I couldn't get my head around anything else on their menu and so the choice was easy. Not a lot of energy in this “what should I eat” business for the amount of time I seem to talk about it. But what the hell, life goes on.

The only project for the day is to finish the Art & Life section and go by an ATM in order to pay for breakfast tomorrow. Oh, and continue with the clearing out of books and such (quite a few books, but also quite a bit of “and such”). I'm curious to see how that goes and, if I wiggle out of it, how I'll wiggle out of it.

Later. Finished up with the usual morning routine - the journal, take a look at the usual news sites - and then set out for the Lakeshore ATM, passing the bus stop at the base of my hill. I cut through the parking lot behind it when going to and from breakfast and so hadn't noticed the broken glass when I passed by this morning, but had noticed what looked to be to pieces of broken car windshield glass lying in the then empty lot. Wondered if the same person or persons had done both. Why we stay home inside after dark.

I'd thought of getting something light to eat on the way to the ATM or on the way back, but the two places I was thinking about were both crowded when I passed and so home. A single picture just to shoot a picture, but didn't quite catch the guy's three dogs spread out the way I would have liked. Ah, well. Exciting stuff.

Home to finish the web section for both HereInOakland and artandlife. I find myself doing the usual don't like them at all routine. Not enough pictures, not good enough. Still, how about past year's Art & Souls? Not many pictures were gotten at any of them as well.

Which means?

Which means we've beaten this to death. Been shooting now for an awfully long time to only now decide to figure more of it out.

Evening. The place is a little cleaner at the end of the day, but I can't claim I expended much in the way of effort. Similarly with the guitar. I don't really practice let alone play guitar anymore. I do pick it up, tune it and strum for a while, but if you put all the “for a whiles” together, you still don't get much time.

So what?

That's been my thought. That one little set of scales and chords I've been playing are getting better. Just, you know, doing over the years rather than weeks or days. You can do photography the same way.

Democracy Now and then to bed to hunt for things to watch on the tablet before getting up again at eight to see who was being interviewed on Charlie Rose. Charlie is as close to Mainstream Media as you want to get, except every now and then, and I look for the every now and then.