Sunday. A decent night's sleep, awakening just before six to get up and drive to breakfast on a cloudy morning, arriving before seven to find the restaurant dark, but the dining room open and so entered, turned on the lights and settled in with the papers.

The French toast, toast, fruit up and coffee for breakfast, remembering the tiredness of yesterday and that there was a street festival and parade this afternoon just off Broadway near Grand billed as the second Joy of Black Parade, something I thought I'd photographed last year, but could find no sign of it when I checked my photographs.

Finished breakfast just after nine, took a picture on the way to the car, took a selfie I'd normally have tossed when I got home, although it works when grouping it with the others, and took a look at yesterday's entry and grimmaced.

Yesterday was a good day once the early morning tiredness was gone, but it obviously didn't translate into an, um, “clear” description for the journal to the point I just gave up and posted what was there. Well, some modifications, but not enough to pull it out of its mess.

Later. The Joy of Black Parade and the street fair that followed lasts through the entire afternoon and I've managed to avoid going without any feelings of guilt. Took a nap, watched a golf tournament and ate lunch and that's pretty much been it.

Evening. Another Finnish detective thing at six followed by an episode of a Swedish thing at eight that I bailed on after watching for thirty minutes. Some of them work, some of them don't, the second one don't.

You complained about yesterday's entry, how's this one going? Edits? Corrections?

Like wading through mud.