No Complaints
Saturday. To bed early last night, up late this morning, many hours of sleep, felt like a train wreck when I awakened. Not a touch of alcohol or any of the other suspects last night, but sleep or no: train wreck. So I took some of the magic little pills that sometimes work before going to breakfast and now I'm back at the apartment feeling better. Still the singing, ringing head with the rest of the symphony, but I'm up for catching the bus in fifteen minutes with a couple of cameras to cover the Oakland Holiday Parade and then, if I'm still coherent, drive over to the other side of the hills and attend Mr. and Ms. H's Christmas get together. More than I figured I'd be able to handle, let me tell you, but then life is like that, it has its own agenda.
Two hours walking about with the cameras taking pictures at the Oakland Holiday Parade, then a walk back to the apartment. Head still doing its thing, although all that walking with the equipment didn't make me all that tired. Which is good, I suppose. I'm not going to make the Christmas party this afternoon, but that's more because it's later than I thought and driving over to spend thirty minutes - well, I could do that - but better I sit down here in front of the computer and pour myself a little nip. It's the Holiday season, after all, and “little nips” are a traditional way of getting your head around the proposition. Getting your head swimming. Both. But you understand.
A decent day, by the way. The sun bright, the temperature in the fifties (Fahrenheit), the sidewalks along the parade route crowded, but not that crowded, most of the marchers and floats revolving around little children except for the motorcycle clubs. Lots of motorcycle clubs. Hundreds of riders. Many more than I remember from previous parades. No complaints.
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