Wednesday. And I did turn the lights out by ten, got to sleep alright, briefly awakened twice at the usual times around midnight and four, up with the alarm. Feeling better. Bright sun outside and so off to walk to breakfast and back noticing the bus that heads toward the restaurant in the mornings passes the stop at the bottom of my hill at seven. It evidently follows a different schedule during the early morning commute hours so maybe set the alarm for five or so minutes earlier and catch it now and again in the mornings?

Looked over yesterday's journal entry when I got back, winced here and there at the meanderings, but didn't do anything about them. A change or two to bring together the more hopeless parts, but I obviously don't care as I don't do much about it. There was a time when that mattered.

Hi, ho.

And so it goes.

Later. Feeling clearer and more energetic, no problem getting myself out the door to take the apartment construction site pictures, the morning sun still making it somewhat problematic getting a decent picture, my habit of going out in the late mornings still intact (when the backing morning light makes picture taking difficult without taking special measures), finishing shooting as a downtown bus was due to arrive.

The usual back and forth:- Did I really want to go downtown? Really? The bus arrived in the middle of the discussion and so get on the bus, a resolution without coming to a resolution. Again. Off at the City Center to have a donut and coffee at the bagel shop. A picture without increasing the ISO setting on the camera to allow for the shade. Two pictures actually, embarrassment over the too slow shutter speed.

I wasn't just the low ISO that screwed them up.

That's what Lightroom and Photoshop are about.

You're lost in your own little Photoshopped world.

A walk then back to the apartment having missed the return bus that passed me by running ahead of schedule again. The same protest project along Broadway. They obviously set these up in the mornings and tear them down before noon so I've only really seen them when I'm leaving the center before the noon hour. Happens when I have a haircut appointment, not often otherwise. So more pictures.

Stopped twice to sit for a period walking along the way, picked up an ice cream bar at the 7-11 look-alike, a compromise between getting a sandwich (not hungry enough) and not getting anything at all. The sinuses were acting up, a bit painful, a bit tired from the walking, but home to take a dose of the pain meds and put my feet up to see if they would help. Which they did.

Again, a bright sunny day, the temperature seventy degrees now that we're getting toward the mid-afternoon, so a nice day, a not so tired day and - hey! - that's good.

Later still. I noticed it hadn't just been the menu headings for artandlife and HereInOakland that had the January dates wrong, 2014 instead of 2015, but all of the individual pictures as well. Yes indeed, an interesting mistake. Looking without seeing for something like two months. They're fixed now. We'll leave it at that.

I'd started working on the February sections when I discovered the date error. Going through the large number of photographs I'd posted in January I realized how many I'd included. Better if I'd cut them by half. Or two-thirds. Or whatever. We'll not stress, we'll just note the mistakes and make adjustments. Here in March 2014. Um, March 2015.

Evening. Nothing on television (again), other than an interview with Michael Lewis on Charlie Rose, which I got up out of bed to watch. He wrote the book Flash Boys that describes stock market high speed trading and how it screws anyone and everyone who trades on the market. I'm a sucker for this stuff.

Otherwise more of The Good Wife on the tablet. I go up and down with it, sometimes cringing, sometimes sucking it up. Everybody screwing over everyone else. Not sure it's altogether healthy to be watching such stuff. But we do well into Season 2.