Later. So I walked to Mama Buzz approaching it along 23rd, a street I haven't really seen before, although I've walked parallel to it one street over on West Grand too many times to remember. Almost an alley, really, 23rd, with a number of art galleries along it that I had no idea existed, all of them in what they're now calling a growing local “arts” area starting at about Broadway and Grand. There was also a condominium complex tucked away nearby, not overly attractive from the outside, but I wonder if there are any for sale?

I noticed more cherry blossoms as I was walking, some white, some pink. A benefit of getting out on the street, I guess, noticing such things, noticing when they come into bloom. If I were a curious sort I'd figure out if they actually are Cherry blossoms and not some other look alike tree trying to muscle in on the Cherry family franchise, figure out maybe if February is considered rather soon for them to be blooming. The petals on those white ones, for example? They don't much look like the pink ones to me. But that's one of the benefits of sloth: not much need to do anything, really, including walking and taking photographs. I think sleep is necessary for sloth, the more the better, but then maybe that's obvious.