Friday. A decent night's sleep to awaken at a quarter after six and head out to breakfast on another overcast but comfortable morning, no more or less tired walking than on any other morning to order the chicken-apple sausage, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Took my time over the papers and returned home feeling better.

I'd bailed on yesterday's entry by mid-afternoon and hadn't finished processing the pictures I'd taken earlier, putting the task off until this morning. Not a good sign for someone who wants to take pictures both days this coming weekend, take pictures for any period of time anyway, if what little I did running around yesterday wore me down to this degree.

Started on the needed pictures to finish yesterday's entry when an ocular migraine arrived and I had to lie down for an hour before even thinking of finishing. When's the last time I've had the chicken-apple sausage for breakfast? We'll check. We will. I seem to recall having a similar, although less intense, ocular back then. What's the use of noting this stuff if I keep repeating myself so many mornings?

Later. Interesting to look back at this month's breakfasts. Yes, I had one chicken-apple sausage about a week ago, but no sign of payback noted, although I did notice I had more forbidden cured meat breakfasts in just this last week than I would usually. Meaningful?

The sun is out now that it's into the afternoon. Running later than usual with the ocular thing and so the morning was gone by the time I'd finished up and posted yesterday's entry. Winced a bit at the incoherent prose, but not for the first time. Then again life these days in the bubble have been less than coherent. Let's hope that additional dose of pain meds I took just now somehow helps.

The short walk to the burger drive-in for a grilled cheese sandwich. Again, nice weather, hope it holds. Went back and looked at the LGBT Pride Parade photographs with the idea of printing some after complaining at yesterday's session, but didn't find more than three or four I felt worth the effort. Not sure what I'll do with the prints.

Evening. Watched a bit of Democracy Now!, a continuation of the interviews they'd had in yesterday's program. Haven't been paying much attention to anything on TV today, including the news programs. That dose of pain meds, augmented by another similar dose later, doesn't seem to be helping, the problem this time includes that back lower molar where I had the root canal. The next appointment is coming up in another two weeks, six weeks after the first one, and I wondered at the time why so long. Six weeks? To see if the infection was indeed dead and gone? Is it not and I'm feeling it?

Moan, groan, moan, groan.

I know. Being in the middle of this I only see every now and again how weird it seems.

Weird? The ocular afflictions?

Writing about them like a clueless wuss half/all the time. Still, the cameras are ready for Art & Soul, the day has been nice and they're saying Saturday will bring more of the same. Wuss or not, we're looking forward to whatever pictures we may find on the morrow.