Don't lose us all before you've started.

Later. So much for my weather predictive powers. A bus downtown, the sky overcast and the wind somewhat cold and increasing as I sat out on the patio in front of Peet's. OK, overcast, breezy, we'll take a picture or two of the Monkey Paws and then walk back, pick up the pace a bit to keep warm. A stop by the new Crucible exhibit, a picture of one of the new synthetic life forms they've been talking about in the press these last two days (who would'a thought?), before scooting on home to arrive at noon. Well, a few minutes before noon, right now it's exactly five minutes after.

Later still. The afternoon is progressing, I've just run two prints I'll send to Ms. P tomorrow morning at the post office (Why did I delay printing them for these last two days? She needs them by the 28th and they'll get there on Monday, but I've been procrastinating, procrastinating, procrastinating on all but the journal. And I'd probably do that too if the moon and the stars were right.)

One positive out of doing the prints. I had to move aside a pile of papers to get to the printer and realized I haven't sent out my passport renewal, haven't filed various bank statements, paid invoices needed for my camera insurance and such in the last three months, so I started sorting them into various neat little piles. Not that they'll get beyond neat little piles, but it's a start. A start's a start. The head is feeling OK, the eyes, if not bright, are focusing properly. Seem to be focusing properly. All this is to the good, here in Oakland.