Sunday. Lights out early to get up at six. Off to breakfast in the car, arriving by quarter to seven and leaving at nine after the single pork chop, country potatoes, eggs over easy with toast and coffee breakfast. Home, the day overcast, to start editing yesterday's entry, feeling pretty good. Until the ocular migraine arrived.

And that lasted until close to one in the afternoon all the while lying in bed. Where did it come from? The culprit is usually food. This morning's breakfast? Something from yesterday? Yesterday seems unlikely, unless it provided some kind of base for the pork chop this morning. Cooked with MSG? It has in the past, but not the recent past. What the hell. Going around again and again in circles with this.

Migraines I'd heard about, people I know suffer from them. Ocular migraines, where the world goes strange and you go through the mirror holding hands with Alice? Not until that first one.

Ah, well. Didn't post yesterday's entry until after noon and now the day, the rest of the day, ahead. The sun is shining and it, at least, looks good.

Later. An afternoon processing yesterday's pictures after walking to the Lakeshore ATM and then back to the burger drive-in to take home a turkey sandwich. Hungry, even after what I'd said was a large breakfast, after a day yesterday when I ate quite a bit as well. I think. The frozen yogurt, the chicken Caesar salad and lemonade on top of the (for me) large breakfast. No complaints. Felt good.

Evening> Processed pictures right through until nine, remembered at seven the Elementary episode that had started at six, planned to check out the beginning of an Inspector Lewis episode I've seen before at nine. Just the beginning, though, we were tired, no need to stay up late. Well, we were indeed tired after we got roped into the thing and watched it straight through until ten-thirty, truth be told. Here in Oakland. By the lake.