Monday. I did get to bed just after nine and slept right straight through to the alarm this morning. Well, maybe I woke up once to turn over and go back to sleep. Up slowly, thinking of driving rather than walking, but got out the door and onto the street to walk to breakfast, not a bad walk, to then sit and eat and read the papers, back home easily enough, even taking a couple of pictures. Overcast, as expected, but interested in seeing how the day might progress.

Later. A long morning and afternoon working on the LGBT Pride pictures, finally coming up with three sections. Not as many as last year and I'm now wondering if I'd arrived at the parade twenty minutes later and left twenty minutes later, if I wouldn't have come up with more. The more crowded the venue, the more pictures that make themselves available in any given moment and I suspect that may have been a factor. And it would allow me to linger longer over breakfast.

Evening. After all the sleep last night I'm going to take another crack at getting to bed early this evening. I've felt pretty good all day, good enough to sit here for hours with Lightroom and Photoshop anyway, but it couldn't hurt to rationalize that more sleep would make it ever better.

A long winded way to say you're tired?

A long winded way to say we're winding down from all that time today on the computer.

I've had a package due from Amazon since Saturday. They didn't make it Saturday, something about a glitch on their end, and said they'd deliver Sunday but, when I returned to the apartment from the parade, there was no note saying they'd tried to deliver when I was out, yet the web site said they'd tried, but I wasn't there. Hmm.

The package web site said they'd deliver again today and I used that as an excuse to skip going downtown to take the Latham Square pictures and the apartement house construction site pictures, but now the tracking site says they'd had another glitch at their end and had to abort delivery again. Not the end of the world.