Monday. To bed in a bedroom larger than my living room here In Lake Oswego by ten o'clock last night to awaken at seven after what I'd call a good long night's rest. Two nights in a row. Good, although I skipped going to the local Starbucks to buy coffee and a Times as I did yesterday and have always done in the past when I'm here. Drive? In actual traffic?

The doesn't necessarily sound good.

Just allowing my “I don't want to drive, even though the driving itself is no hassle” to win. There will come a time when that will change I'm sure, the actual driving suddenly becoming problematic, but good to use as an excuse for the now. And maybe tomorrow.

My sister and I drove east to Women's Forum, a scenic spot near Vista Point, to shoot pictures, her photographic bent landscapes, mine people, the vantage point overlooking the Columbia river spectacular and so I included onlookers in mine. Put some people in the image and I don't complain.

Back, stopping by a farm where an old woman with her dog were sitting out at a table selling lavendar (pick your own bunch in their field) and lavendar products, the rows of lavendar growing in the field filled with honey bees. Lots of honey bees. And so more photographs, none of which, it turns out, I'll be able to process until I get home, as this once powerful laptop is now ancient and next to hopeless, the Lightroom and Photoshop installations not recognizing pictures taken with the two new cameras.

Evening. A slow day of reading news on the tablet, listening to Elisabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders at the Democratic Convention on the tablet and watching movies on the tablet. Watched more than I was able to watch of the Republican Convention, but no need to rehash any of that. Whatever the persuasion, it's still strange days here in the nation.

Guess I was more tired from the drive than I realized, all these aches and pains as you grow older, well, getting worse for the travel. Another recurrent theme, but it's been a slow day of recurrent themes for whatever reasons.