Friday. Up and about with the alarm, to breakfast and back on a bright sunny morning (hup! hup!), the day starting well. Hup! Hup! Let's hope. So far.

I'm going to skip out on L.A. tomorrow, take the trip on my own over the weekend of the Fourth or the weekend after (who knows what's going on the weekend of the Fourth, certainly not I) and do this thing more sensibly for an old fart in his late sixties. Maybe relax, slow down, take some pictures. And fix that computer. Photoshop on this laptop isn't the best solution for anything other than trips away from the apartment. (hup! hup!)

Later. A good walk with a picture or two heading again to the morning café to have a small coffee and a buttered bagel (we are watching our weight), a walk then back taking my time and thinking about looking at that computer again. Hope springs eternal or else I'm hopelessly neurotic, take your pick (and I'll take mine).

There have been some printed signs posted around urging one and all to meet at Broadway and Telegraph at three this afternoon to stop traffic. What that's about I have no idea, but it's down the way, I suspect I'll go and see if there are any pictures. The APL annual reunion is later this evening and I'll bring a camera to that. A nice portal to the weekend.

Later still. A walk around the area near West Grand and Broadway this afternoon realizing, once I'd set out, the sign had said Broadway and Telegraph. Well, that's not far down the way. Still, the chances of it being something other than teenage prank was small, I'd taken a couple of pictures I liked, why make the walk? So again, a picture or two and then a bus back home. I stopped by Bakesale Betty's before it closed for a strawberry shortcake, but figured I'd worked it off with my walk. I say these things but don't believe them. Too many years of hearing my own voice.

I did go by the APL reunion, met one or two people whom I'd not seen in a while, but otherwise I was out of place. I suspect we've done as many of these as we will. I took a couple of pictures, but not nearly enough thinking I didn't want to get in people's faces. My little story, nothing to do with anyone else.

Home now at seven. I think the day is done. Maybe some sushi later, it seems to be good for the (mental) health.