Saturday. Last night turned out to be a little more interesting than I'd been expecting as I was sitting at the computer working on the demonstration photographs and drifted off, losing track of what I was doing with the photograph I happened to have up on the screen. What program was I working in? What adjustment was I making? The brain, in other words, took an ocular migraine excursion. I finally figured out what was happening and managed to shut down the computer and the living room lights and go to bed where I allowed the issue to take its course and recover.

I thought we may have had the last of those for the while. What brought it on I have no idea. They get you thinking it has to do with the food you're eating (avoid this, avoid that), but I wonder. Whatever happened, it passed after about an hour and instead of going to sleep I became wide awake, recovered and wired, and didn't get to sleep until after ten when the sounds of the nearby helicopter(s) had abated. (The demonstration had lasted into the evening, marching at some point off along the lake.) Not all that late to get to sleep, but later than I'd like.

Awake again before the alarm to head out to breakfast on an overcast morning, the sun shining now as it approaches ten. No naps, but a wrestle with yesterday's entry and add the referenced photographs. I hadn't processed most of the photographs I'd taken yesterday and plan to spend the rest of the weekend catching up.

Not particularly tired, fairly clear headed, nothing on the plate other than photographs (maybe check the Cathedral building mural to see if they finished it yesterday) so I guess that's what we'll do: photographs. Starting now.

Later. Two hours in Lightroom and Photoshop before a walk over to the lake and on through the farmers market to check out the site of yesterday's demonstration just to confirm it was in one piece. It was all in one piece. A buttered bagel and coffee at a café on the way home, returning to the photographs for the rest of the afternoon. Enough for two sections, but barely. Barely. How's “barely” for an epitaph?

Evening. Finished the web work and posted the photographs after seven. We'll put off working on Latham Square until tomorrow and, if I were to guess, put off working on the apartment house construction site photographs until hell freezes over. Oh. Well, excuse me. Until next week.

To bed early, even if the head is clear and there seems to have been no wear and tear from the earlier walk. Be nice to see more days like this.