Sunday. To bed early last night, up without the alarm at six, off and back from breakfast and the papers. The sun is bright and shining. Makes a big difference. There's some scattered clouds up there, but otherwise is looks good for the day. Makes a difference.

I'm not sure why I wasn't more aggressive yesterday shooting pictures as I don't think I got anything that shows the feel of the thing. There were a few hundred people in attendance, there were one or two E Clampus Vitus vehicles parked about, there was a band and a bar, but the, um, dress code was very broad and I didn't quite catch it. Such is life.

Later. I don't know how much sleep I got, last night, but I thought it quite a bit getting up without the alarm and such. To bed at ten? Sleep not much later? Up at six? For some reason I lay down and took a nap around ten this morning and awoke again at five in the afternoon. At least six hours of sleep on top of say seven? Thirteen hours? Fourteen hours? A result of my trip to South San Francisco yesterday? I did remember coming to consciousness briefly, just briefly realizing I was having a bit of an ocular migraine, the brain very spacey in specific ways, before going under again.

Upsetting? Well, the sleep feels good. Takes a while to come to. I've got some guitar practicing to do, as I didn't get any in yesterday. Rare that I don't practice, particularly as I've been pretty good this last week spending more time than usual and enjoying it. Well. We'll see. I won't say it's because of this or because of that, I'll just watch the sleep and be sure I get as much as I need. I don't have distractions, I can arrange the time. Shouldn't be a problem.

Later still. A run down the way to the ATM and then to pick up something to eat at the local convenience store. Hard to find anything anyone would want to eat there, for me anyway, but we persevered. Some time now on the guitar and then to bed, I think. Interesting to see I'm still tired. Comfortable, but tired.