Thursday. A somewhat even, but still good night's sleep, awakening though at six-thirty, a little later than the norm. I should target it, though, as it pretty much guarantees and East Bay Times will have arrived as, of course, it had this morning. Anyway, off to walk to breakfast (papers in tow) on a clear and soon to be sunny day.

The crab cake, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, noting the rise in gas prices at the station across from the restaurant. With the storm in Houston I'm surprised they've waited this long and figure there's undoubtedly more to come as we approach the long weekend. Be curious to see what it says tomorrow.

Again, sunny on the walk home taking the same set of pictures, thinking I was too close to the pandorea cluster when I've been taking its picture with this particular combination of lens and camera, as pretty much everything in the area around it is similarly out of focus. Another boot in the butt to test the damn lens for sharpness on this particular camera, as the camera itself offers a mechanism for individual lens adjustment.

Is this finally dragging you kicking and screaming into actually learning how to use your cameras?

Grudgingly.

Worked over yesterday's entry before posting, noticing the spacing had gotten out of whack between the picture above, the title and the date of entry. Happened three or four days ago and I've just now noticed the error. (Add a “things that happen as you get older” screed right here.) Fixed it, but a little concerned, as these seem to be happening more often.

Nah. You just haven't looked at all of your previous stuff in a while. I wouldn't bet they are riddled here and there with errors.

Maybe just keep looking forward (as someone is a little too famous for saying).

Later. A walk over to the lake in the late afternoon to find the temperature now into the mid-80's and no wind, to make it more than uncomfortable enough to turn right around and head home. Cooler in the apartment house. We keep the windows and doors, including the hallway doors open through the night, and then seal them all up the next morning to keep it cooler during the day.

Evening. Nothing on television. Did the usual check Charlie Rose at eight, just in case, but he's still off in a corner interviewing actors I've never heard of before. Another old guy thing I've got going, is my suspicion.