Monday. Last night's debate was over at eight and so to bed to find little to nothing of interest on the tablet, turning the lights out early, thinking I didn't get enough sleep last night so we should still sleep straight through to a decent later hour tomorrow morning, even with the early lights out. Right?
Awake just before six, early, but not too early was the thought, up to drive to breakfast by quarter to seven, the sky seemingly clear, but the ground wet from the rain last night. They're saying a harder rain later on this evening, but the day may remain relatively dry. Again, doesn't matter, we need the rain and it seems to be coming, so far without too much damage.
A fair amount of editing on yesterday's entry before posting and it's still not nearly as clear as I'd like. Some thoughts lately about sitting down and putting something together properly, spend a day or two (or three), just to see if I can still do it. I say I'm fuzzy, and I am fuzzy, but maybe conduct a proper test.
I have one or two old friends out there who are older than I and seem to be writing just fine, certainly more clearly and entertainingly than I. Do they spend a proper amount of time in their creations? Are the botched up sinuses from that operation many years ago adding to this “fuzziness” of mine? Or is it just age showing the pains of a carelessly behaved youth?
Now, now. You're reading too many newspaper accounts, stories that don't really apply.
Later. Well, “fuzzy”. Tired was my excuse in forgetting there was a Martin Luther King march at noon at Frank Ogawa Plaza, finally remembering at eleven-thirty at about the time the bus I should have been on was arriving at the stop at the base of my hill. OK, tired, a reason to blow it off, but then saying the hell with it and getting the cameras together to catch the noon bus to Frank Ogawa Plaza and taking what photographs I could before the crowd headed to Emeryville. No thought whatsoever to walk to Emeryville.
Still, I did go. Would have gotten more pictures, better pictures, if I'd arrived sooner, but a walk then to the City Center to have a chicken Caesar salad and a poppy seed bagel for lunch before catching the bus home. Enough pictures if I stretch it a bit for a web section, so not all was lost, just compromised. Maybe we are getting old.
Evening. Finished processing the photographs through the afternoon, but decided I was tired and put off assembling the web pages and posting them until tomorrow. Supposed to be raining, tomorrow. Plenty of time for web pages.
Nothing on television. Started watching the Charlie Rose interview with Sean Penn and the El Chapo piece he'd written for Rolling Stone, but found it laborious and so went to bed.