Later. The nap and then a walk around eleven over to the lake and beyond through the farmers market taking not a picture. Ah, well. Farther on then to the ice cream shop on Lakeshore to have a waffle cone with two scoops of ice cream. Feeling better. On farther again to the bagel shop where I had a yogurt cup and coffee, discovering when I sat out at a table in front of the place the yogurt was frozen solid.

It wasn't supposed to be frozen solid?

I suspect somebody stored it overnight in a freezer, it's always been cool rather than frozen in the past. What the hell, we dug at it with the plastic spoon. The day is nice, the mood is good and the waitress asked me if I qualified for the senior discount as if it weren't obvious. No way a frozen yogurt is going to bring me down after that.

A walk back again heading to the lake taking a picture or two at the play field by the library. I hadn't seen one of these stomp on the bulb and the little plastic rocket ascends before. I don't think. His kids were entranced and I stopped in my tracks to take the picture. Good. Finally. A picture (or two).

I've always wondered if the group that practices their tight rope walking is unique to this area or if this kind of thing is going on all over the country. Anyway, a picture or ten, nothing special but having fun.

Back to the apartment taking a couple of hours to run the pictures through Lightroom and Photoshop, but no complaints. I like working on pictures, the time just flies on by.

Done, another walk over to the lake to take more pictures of even more people gathered to practice their chops. A mistake on my part. Don't copy what you've done before, if you repeat, try to take it from a different perspective.

As in they didn't turn out?

They were alright, but I was obviously shooting without thinking. One or two I liked.

Over to the 7-11 look-alike for bean dip, Doritos chips, dry roasted peanuts and a the small three shot bottle of Jack Daniels. Balances the lunch, don't you think? It's the Christmas season, the holiday season, and I'm allowed.

Evening. Nothing on this evening, so I've continued watching various Netflix things I don't want to admit have caught my interest, switching between movies and television series like some adept multi-tasking Silicon Valley acolyte.

Ate the bean dip, ate the Doritos, had some of the peanuts (we'll leave the bulk of them for tomorrow) and drank the Jack Daniels, every drop. Feel fine, this entire day has been a clear headed affair, not something to sniff at, so we'll see how the morning and tomorrow go, see if we've made another mistake. Short term memory loss, consuming what have caused no small number of bad days in this life: bean dip, Doritos and whiskey in not overly large amounts.

No one's going to feel sorry for you if this turns out badly. You've done this before. It's not like there's any mystery in what may result.

We'll see. I'm thinking there's a way around quitting any drinking whatsoever. Cigarettes I can live without, I proved that forty years ago, but I'm not ready to go cold turkey on the occasional one or two drinks without a fight. I can keep it to two if I can't do the three, but I'm not willing to negotiate on none unless there's no other way. Hey.

You have had those three drinks.

You really think I'd write this crap if I hadn't?