Later. It certainly did rain this morning but stopped around noon and, although still ominously cloudy, seemed on the way to clearing up so I was out the door dressed for the weather with camera in hand.

A picture to document the lake. Few if any birds, although there were still half a dozen coots swimming and feeding by the white column fountain. On through the farmer's market to the morning restaurant for a cup of coffee sitting out alone on their patio at the one table set with chairs under the awning. Nice, actually, people walking by. Not so many people walking by, but the rain had stopped, it was a Saturday just after noon and the town was awake.

A walk then back through the farmer's market (without taking any pictures), a fair number of people present given the earlier rain, most in line to buy at the vegetable stalls and the various ethnic food tables. The big inflatable slides for the kids, the band, the tables for people to sit at and eat while listening to the music were nowhere to be found.

No thought to sit by the while columns, not with the rain puddles on all the benches, so back to the apartment to take a long bath and futz afterward with the computer. And tune the guitar. And go over those new chords again to find they're now sounding better. With but two days practice? Is something happening? Am I making progress?

You're rattling on like an idiot.

Well, yes, but those chords really did sound pretty good.

Evening. I'd seen the Scandinavian police procedural that came on at six (and nine), so some time on the guitar, some television, a self portrait or two for the hell of it, a bit of an ongoing movie from Netflix and to bed about nine. No interest in reading, no interest in listening to the radio, off to sleep before ten.