Later. A good lesson, more blues finger picking exercises for the coming week. We'll soon see how they go.

I've basically vegetated in front of the computer screen, the blood pressure currently (as of two in the afternoon) ninety-nine over seventy, still too low, but better. I think. Feel a bit better, although the idea is to take what would have been this morning's pill this evening and see, since it tends to be strongest when first taken, if the pressure goes down overnight, but gets back up to near normal the next day. I've often said the evenings are better, maybe because some of the med had worn off since morning. But I suspect we're grasping at straws, sitting here going on like a damned cheerleader.

So, anyway, the test, really, is how it goes tomorrow. If the change in schedule doesn't work, he gave me some lighter weight versions of the drug to try. We'll get there. One slow step at a time as we vegetate (rather comfortably) here inside the apartment.

You're complaining?

We're explaining. The direction is up (hup!) and we're strapped into the capsule.

Or something similarly corny.

Kansas in August in Oakland.

Later still. A brief walk down by the lake. No thought to take a bus downtown, no thought to walk over to the theater area or to go by the morning café. OK, what the hell, back to the apartment. The day is nice, a little cool, but such is February in Oakland.

Evening. Nothing on television at six, a rerun of that Wallendar series, the one in which I have so little sympathy for the lead character, so on and to bed after nine. The San Francisco Chinese New Year parade runs tomorrow evening, my traditional marker for the beginning of my photography year. The photo winter is now theoretically over. Let's hope we're entering spring for more than just the pictures.