Wednesday. And so I went to bed early and watched that episode again with comprehension this time (I remembered some few disjointed scenes from the first time around) and then two more episodes before turning the lights out later than I would have liked. Evidently turning the lights out later than “I would have liked” is less a deterrent for me than it might be for others.

Most people would have had the sense not to mention it.

No pain, no gain.

Anyway, awake a minute before the alarm to get up and head out the door to breakfast. Today looks like it's going to be a sunny day, sunny days through the end of the month, which means we've had a completely dry month of January in the Bay Area. So far it hasn't meant much living in an apartment here in Oakland, but it's meant more than a little something to the rest of the state and so we'll say bad for no rain, but secretly remain content. Somewhat content. Oh, hell. Too much hypocrisy. Secretly, but not smugly content.

Later. A nap and then a walk over to the lake, originally thinking I'd take a bus downtown to get something to eat at the City Center, but ended up missing the bus by about a minute. OK. A walk across Grand, nothing happening I could see down on the lake, a picture or two across from the construction site, but no desire to walk farther on to take the usual set of construction site photographs.

I was indeed hungry, so a walk to the morning restaurant for a grilled cheese sandwich and a lemonade. Felt OK, the vision a little wiggy, but nothing to other than knock maybe ten percent off the top. A walk back to the apartment to run into another - “Hey! Take my picture.” - request. Haven't had one of these in a while.

The rest of the afternoon was taken up finishing the fifth season of Justified, the series I've been watching this last week. I've found I can maintain interest in the thing for about five or six episodes at a time before I'm burned out. Lots of violence, excellent writing - the dialogue is written in a very stylistic way similar in the sense that the dialogue in say True Grit, The Friends of Eddy Coyle or any one of the Quentin Tarantino movies is “stylistic”. I'd never heard of it before finding it on Amazon, an FX production. Makes me second guess my banishment of cable.

Evening. Went to bed early, lights out before nine. A slow day, no ocular events, the sinuses doing what the sinuses do and getting one or two photographs I liked. Not altogether bad: getting one or two photographs you like.