Sunday. Yesterday, for a day that started well, I did indeed run out of gas at the parade to come home and crash by eight and pretty much go right to sleep, awakening then at six. Just before six. The papers arrived late and so took my time getting ready to drive to breakfast on another sunny morning, this day starting well. I think.

The avocado with cheese omelet, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast while going through the papers. It seems we haven't declared war on anyone yet, other than maybe sections of our own populace, so home to look at yesterday's entry (tired is a better excuse for sloppy writing than many another we try around here) before getting into yesterday's photographs. Enough for a section, almost enough for two, although the overall quality of the shots leaves things to be desired. Blame that on the photographer.

Still, it looks to be a sunny day ahead, we'll do the pictures and take it easy. And get in a walk. No reason to throw in the towel just because we were worn out yesterday lugging around the cameras. We've been treading water here since we retired (some might say for our entire life), but that doesn't mean change isn't on the horizon.

Just that? More walking?

It's a start.

Later. A walk over by the lake and then on to the ice cream shop on Lakeshore to have two scoops in a cup. Seemed as good as any place to go and it was the only thing I figured I'd be willing to eat. Home to lie down for an hour, some of which resulted in sleep. So we're still tired. Which should, if I were thinking properly, freak me out. A bit.

Home to process yesterday's pictures. Some few OK, more than a few marginal. Enough for a section, but just enough. Not sure I'll get them posted today, more likely tomorrow.

Pictures and to try to figure out what happened to the camera I'd taken with me on the walk. It was working properly when I checked the ISO and aperture settings, but when I took two pictures at the lake, the shutter speed was maxed out at 1/8,000th. Nothing I could see in the settings that would cause it and so looked at the pictures I'd taken on the computer when I returned. It had indeed been shooting at 1/8000th of a second and the pictures were appropriately dim. As it was when I checked it with another lens. We call Nikon tomorrow.

Evening. Remembered there was an Elementary episode at six, one I've seen before, as expected, but part one of a two part series where I recognized scenes, but not who the bad guys were or how it's resolved.

Would that make any difference to you? If you knew who'd done it?

No. I'm still wondering what it is that makes one series of interest to me and what drives me away. The plots are usually pretty much off the wall in any series you see on T.V. and so it's not plot, or, plot at least isn't critical to drawing you in. Me in. And, as said, there are other Sherlock Holmes series I find I can't stand.

All the New Year Parade photographs are now processed and the web pages started, so we'll finish them and post them tomorrow afternoon before we sliding into our usual “why aren't they better” carping.