Saturday. Lights out by ten to awaken at six-fifteen. Which is OK on a Saturday as the restaurant opens later on weekends than it does during the week. Out the door on an overcast cool, but not cold, morning to arrive minutes after the owner had herself arrived. So far, so good.

Ordered the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the California fires dominating the news in the local papers. I did know someone who lived in Redding, but don't know where her house is located. Or was located.

Still cool and overcast on the way home, an unfortunately not uncommon sight near the theater, taking the usual flower picture and two Lime scooters set out by the lake. Feel pretty good and up to head out to take pictures at the Art & Soul Festival that starts later at noon and runs through Sunday.

Later. Took the bus to the Art & Soul Festival and arrived at a quarter to one. The only problem was that the head was starting to get into its late morning, early afternoon, fuzzy tricks routine as I was setting out and it didn't get any better as I was shooting. OK, not good, but I did go, returning by three.

Home to then have another of the odd ocular effects I mentioned yesterday that put me down on the bed and didn't clear up for a good two hours. I'd started a new episode of a subtitled series I've been watching on the tablet, but turned it off when I realized I wasn't reading fast enough and not understanding what was going on. Different than the problems caused by earlier versions of the ocular migraines of the past, but maybe different in not being as intense? Not good. Not good at all.

We'll go again tomorrow if we're whole, but this has me concerned, concerned and worried.

Evening. Only processed one or two pictures from the festival, not that I got all that many pictures for the time I was there. Dialed back that episode on the tablet to understand what had happened with the story line, which went fine, and then switched to the Thai series that degenerated into what looked as if it were getting ready to provide a feel good “happy ending”, not that a happy ending is bad, it's just the direction of the thing, for all its bad acting and cultural weirdness, had gotten me interested in where it was going.

No one who reads that is going to have a clue as to what you're talking about.

Maybe it's because I too don't have a clue, although I'm guessing it's more I'm too fuzzy headed and lazy to put it down here in a way that's comprehensible, emphasis on fuzzy headed.