Hope it doesn't rain. I had a roll of film developed today that had been sitting in one of my cameras since I went up to Seattle in early December, the first four or five photographs taken at my aunt's, the rest finished during this last week. The photograph at the top is the only one of any interest. Sloppy. Still, my enthusiasm remains. Self is jumping up and down, waving little flags and yodeling. I keep self in a box about the size of a mobile phone that yodels instead of rings. I still get rude looks in a restaurant. Tonight, sleep. Tomorrow, perhaps, photographs.