Saturday. A new day, a New Year, feeling pretty good I must admit. I do remember last night in bed hearing fireworks and gunfire in the background, realizing it was midnight; checking the clock, yes, midnight, a new year ahead. Up after eight, to breakfast and the papers, back home now on a dark cloudy day before ten. We're in a good mood, we are, the sinus-upper palate not so bad, the head clear, the attitude good.

We won't go through any of the options the day may hold. I have not a single picture in the hopper yet, nothing for the picture above, nothing to put behind the logo. I'll come up with something. I have older photographs, of course, but that's something of a cop out. A clean slate, though, an opportunity to make new marks. If they don't take too much energy to make, if I can make them by poking the camera through a window and shooting from the car. (Hup! Hup!)

Two paragraphs into a new year and you've lost it.

Some things don't change in but a skimpy little year.

Later. Noon, now. Just like that. A brief attempt at a nap, a little of this, a little of that, and suddenly the morning has passed. Head clear, albeit empty, just as the year ahead. I have no idea what's coming up. I'm feeling positive about it, but, you know, I have no ideas and no plans other than to try one or two things, get myself unhooked from the old, stop listening to the rats scampering in the walls (eat less sugar, do those push ups). You know, the silly stuff, the little circular mental routines that keep us stumbling on.

What does any of that mean?

I have no idea. It's 2011, a NEW YEAR, and the wheels are sitting on the road much as they did the year before, the brain is popping and clicking more slowly now, but again, much as it has in the past and the year ahead, well, honestly, I have no clue.

Later still. A walk down to the bus stop to discover I'd missed the bus. I hadn't actually been thinking of catching a bus so missing one was no big deal. A walk then down the way to the local convenience store to buy a Snickers ice cream bar - I find I'm fond of the things - and a walk back thinking, well, take the car somewhere? I'd undoubtedly generate some interest in the project, whatever it was, once I was on the way. But no, no more of that.

Pictures, perhaps. Hang a couple that have been ready to hang in the bedroom now for over a year, just to see if I remember which end is the working end of the hammer? A print or two, follow on from my session yesterday? We'll see. The head is empty, but we're hopeful, this new coming year. (hup! hup!)

Later indeed. An almost two hour nap. I guess I need more than eight hours these days, who would have thought?