Foggy means a good chance it will burn off later and we'll have a sunny late morning and afternoon. Why not, the attitude is good, the day ahead. We're approaching spring. This is good. Everyone says so, so it must be true.

Later. No morning walk, but I did feel some similar symptoms lurking in the background at around ten-thirty and figured, had I been out walking or jogging across an intersection, I'd have experienced the same symptoms I'd experienced yesterday. But I wasn't out walking and had the luxury of lying down for about and hour to let whatever it was just pass on by. It comes, if it comes, at the same time in the late mornings, hard not to think it an indicator of some kind pointing to a cause, but so far no brass ring.

I'd had coffee, a waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries for breakfast. Anything in them that would bring something like this along? I have no idea. Doesn't sound like they would, but you never know. Maybe you're supposed to never know, it's something that's built into the genes, just one of life's little wrinkles, get used to it.

Still, easy enough to take an hour's nap in the mornings if the rest of the day is clear. We'll see. The day ahead, many things I could do, maybe take a walk over to the lake with a long lens now that the sun is breaking through at noon, maybe work on more of those Gay Pride Parade pictures. Maybe. Throw some guitar in and we'll be ready to watch Maigret when it rolls around at six.

That's your day? It ends watching a program you've probably seen before at least once and more likely twice? High living, I'd say, over here in Broke-land.

We takes our days as we find them (with a bit of bitching for added excitement). No need to point fingers.

Later still. More work on the 2006 Gay Pride photographs. I'm wondering if there wasn't something happening with the camera when I took the pictures, they seem under-exposed and some few of them have an off (but correctable) color temperature. Could be. Haven't used that particular camera in years, could have been something off for just that day as none of the others from the period seem to have the problem. Again, a not uninteresting project for the next month, learning a little more about how to use Photoshop. Hup.

Nice day finally, a walk to lunch at the usual place out on their patio - ice cream and a diet Coke - a walk back without any ocular worries. I'd set out an hour later today than I did yesterday, maybe it made a difference.

Evening. Odd. I knew I'd seen this evening's Maigret before, knew from the very beginning, but again had no idea of where it was going, although the ending was familiar when it finally arrived, an ending dramatic enough that you'd think you wouldn't forget. I didn't watch much television during or after college, didn't even own a set for a long time in my late twenties through my thirties, so I'm not altogether clear if I had the same memory problem back then.

You'd suspect not.

Logic says this is new although I'm not sure reality agrees.

Anyway, a good day, a good evening. We'll take it all up again tomorrow.