Hup! Hup! Hup!

It does have that face in the wind eat your Wheaties quality to it, doesn't it? A danger, always, to these ups and downs in the weather and my own mercurial track record. Mercurial in the sense I go up and down, yes, but over what appear to be relatively longer periods of time.

Is that true?

I'm not sure, it just read what I've written myself and I need to think about it. Am I “up and down”? In a day? In a week? In a year? Hard to say stuck here inside looking out. Every now and then you get a jolt of reality that allows a look at yourself and you realize maybe you're missing what to others seems obvious.

We're going to drop this now, right?

Right.

Later. A drive down to a Kinko's located in the City Center to make copies of camera invoices that will go out to the insurance people tomorrow. I've not used a Kinko's before and learned you shove your credit card, in my case a debit card, into the copy machine and it totes up the total number of copies and bings your account. All to the good except I forgot to retrieve the debit card. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit.

A call to the store, yes they found the card, a bus ride downtown this time to avoid the damned parking fee (and get a little walking in) to retrieve it, treating myself to a late lunch, early dinner in the City Center for my trouble. You fuck up, you say hey, slow down, take it easy, relax, have a nice lunch, hang it up until the morning. Still, half the cameras I've bought in these last couple of years will now be insured and the other half - film cameras and the like - will be no longer covered. I'm an idiot to have let it go so long, but that's the story.

Oh, my monologue on buying a Kindle and subscribing to newspapers and the rest: I'd heard The San Francisco Chronicle was in trouble, losing a million dollars a month. I was wrong about the million dollars a month. They were losing a million dollars a week all of last year and they're talking about selling the paper or shutting it down. No more daily newspaper in San Francisco. Indeed. “May you live in interesting times.” I feel we're like the kid at the top of an amusement park slide. Change isn't coming, change is here.