Friday. Awoke about six-thirty. Mr. & Mrs. M were up and getting ready to go out, Mrs. M having a colonoscopy scheduled for this morning (I hope all went well with it, having had more than a few of my own. The preparations required are not much fun, the test itself is no big deal what with the drugs they slip in through an I.V. drip.), they heading out around seven, I heading out soon after, having breakfast at a local café before hitting the highway just after eight.

The thought was to stop in Redding to photograph the Redding Sundial Bridge, something I'd been thinking of doing particularly after Mr. M showed me some of his photographs taken since it was recently completed. Whatever they did, whatever they spent ($25 million is the reported total), they did it right and it's quite spectacular. But I didn't stop worrying I'd decide to say the hell with it an not make it all the way to Oakland before the Friday rush hour if I were to take the detour.

So what do you say about a long drive? I felt good, the drive went well, I arrived home at two in the afternoon, a pile of newspapers and mail awaiting my arrival. No Ms. Emmy to greet me, I'm afraid, but otherwise a good journey. My apartment manager had been taking care of the newspapers and mail and greeted me with a piece of chocolate cake (yes, I'm supposed to avoid chocolate for the ocular migraines, but I've been eating chocolate sparingly lately without a reoccurrence.), I having picked up a couple of small bears to add to her collection. (I didn't know if she'd like them, they were nice, I found them on Highway 101 in a small town on the way to Portland, but I knew her grand kids would like them in any case and they were therefor a safe thank you gift.)

You're babbling a bit, are you not?

I must be more tired than I realize, but yes. This needs rereading later after gaining distance.

Later. To bed early after guitar practice trying, for the first time, the new bright red leather guitar strap (that arrived when I was gone). Yellow guitar, red guitar strap. (Hup! Hup!) Felt better, somehow, the chords coming more easily than they had before I left. My, my.