Friday. Lights out early, my lights anyway, to awaken then at a quarter to six after what I'm guessing was a good, certainly a long enough, night's rest. Maybe it was that single serving bottle of sake I've had hidden away in the cupboard since forever that I consumed before turning in. Not sure why it called out to me last night, but it did.

Overcast, but no rain during the night or this morning, but still made the decision to drive by the Lakeshore ATM on the way to breakfast instead of walking. Had the French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, not finishing up until twenty minutes to nine, managing to take an out of focus photograph of the pandorea buds and another, in focus, of the sidewalk on the way to the car. Out of focus. Can I still call myself a photographer?

Well, can you?

Of course. We've apparently lost all sense of shame. Still, it does bug me a little when I manage to slip up on something like that, something I knew at the time. There was also another glitch I managed that I won't mention, the one glitch is enough.

Later. Tired and so an afternoon taking naps, watching television news and continuing a couple of lame series on the tablet. I'd like to be able to blame this “tiredness” business on something, but nothing comes to mind. That one drink last night?

Evening. To bed and the tablet. The dentist's appointment tomorrow morning at nine. I'm already dreading driving to their office from breakfast. All this dreading business. Doesn't seem to get all that better with time.