Standing, waiting for the glasses to be fixed, I'm looking into one of their full length mirrors. I washed the hair this morning, so it's dry but frizzy. I haven't been using the conditioner they once sold in the stylist shop where I get my hair cut since they stopped selling it in bulk. My, my, maybe that's why people use it, it keeps the hair from standing on end like uncut grass, only grey, you understand. And those jeans you're wearing, my man. Crumpled and probably too long, piled up a bit on top of the shoes. And that jacket? Nice when you bought it, but how many years ago was that? You look like a derelict, my man, who at a minimum could loose more than a few pounds.

And I'm walking through the City Center on my way to the pharmacy to finish up my errands and I'm thinking, well, time to make changes. A change in work, a change in life. Isn't that what they say it's about? The weight has been taking care of itself as of late and now I'm no longer tempted by the sugar riddled things available at the office and, of course, I've been doing a lot more walking. No reason to look like a crumpled old guy with a camera who shops at the Salvation Army Three-For-A-Nickel store. Who looks as if he needs to step up to the Salvation Army Three-For-A-Nickel store. What have I been thinking? Do I always look like this? Perhaps I've been in a rut. All those people who've been telling me I'm in a rut, could they be right? Nah. Rut, schmut. Pay no attention. Still, a different wardrobe, something more comfortable on the summer sidewalk, some of that there hair conditioner stuff, none of it could hurt.

So, we're making progress, here in Oakland?

We are in a pretty good mood, here in Oakland.