Monday. I finished the sake last night, getting to bed around eleven, getting up a couple of hours later than my habit at eight. Still, the head was in pretty good shape, off to breakfast and the papers, returning after nine. We'll let the sake lie, its dead bottle in the (recycle) bin. It's overcast, as it was yesterday, I have no idea what may lie ahead. Doesn't look like rain. Something ambitious later? A trip to the city? Hard to say sitting here just before noon.

Later. I have mixed feelings about Facebook, but one of the pluses had been tracking down people I knew back in the old comix publishing days in San Francisco. The artists seem to be still drawing, some of them have gone on to some no small fame and fortune, all have survived as artists in a land where that's damned hard to do. Anyway, I've managed through Facebook to come up with (to take advantage of others who came up with) the missing names of people who's pictures I've posted on artandlife. Good. Still no sign of those negatives I still feel are around here somewhere, but I'll find them. It just might not be this year.

A nap, by the way, just the slightest feeling one of the ocular migraines might be hiding in the background. Seems not, but it sends a message about stumbling over my alcohol limit by even a little bit.

A good deal less of the day left now, I suspect the walk I got in yesterday will have to do for today as well. Maybe a run out there somewhere for a late lunch/dinner, get to bed early, run a picture taken yesterday for filler. Hell, why not two?