I missed a street fair not far from here yesterday, just didn't hear about it. My fault. It's caused me to search out upcoming events and make sure they're posted on my kitchen calendar. You know, the printed kind with pictures? There's usually something happening most every weekend now that we're well into spring. Carnaval, for example, is coming at the end of the month. So we'll get with it! (Hup!)

That's enough.

Later. A slow starting morning, maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night. I seem to recall getting to bed around eleven and then listening to the first twenty minutes of a program on NPR. Too late to bed by at least an hour is my guess. So I've gotten in one or two not quite out but definitely semi-conscious naps this morning thinking, well, we'll get out later in the afternoon when this overcast breaks, if this overcast breaks. If it doesn't, we'll still go out. What's the difference other than the light's generally better for my kind of photography under an overcast sky? Which is a half-assed way of saying I'm dragging, although nothing I'm particularly upset about. Semi-consciousness can be rather nice if there are no appointments to make or thinking required.

Later still. Rain. My, my. Where'd that come from? Maybe I really am not getting out for a walk. Didn't I talk about taking another self portrait, futz with the paparazzi diorama and such? I believe I did. Things to do indoors. And, if my brain sufficiently clears as the afternoon evolves, I'll invent an excuse as to why I've avoided them as I've done in the past. Beginning this screed with my “semi-conscious” state was a presentient start. Complicated, this life, skating along in the twenty-first century, the years a blur, this century's second decade now off like a shot.

Late afternoon. So the hell with it, a bus ride downtown when I thought I was seeing a break in the rain, a cup of coffee at an outside sheltered table at the Fountain Café, a short walk then along Broadway before catching a bus. Home now with the sinus-head thing injecting a touch of vertigo into the mix. Since it isn't caused by pollen and such there's no correlation with the weather that I've been able to tell, so acting up on a rainy day is nothing new. The touch of vertigo came after I'd left the apartment or else I'd not have set out. Haven't had any vertigo in a long while, maybe just being tired. Such is life. I say that a lot, do I not? Such is life?

OK, I'll get this picture done. I will. It's just a picture, right? Move some lights, set up a tripod? I'll do it now?