Tuesday. I talk about “missing” things as I get older. Last night I noticed all of the dates on the journal entries since January 1st were for 2010. A small thing, but one you'd think I might have picked up before half the year was gone. OK, not the end of the world, but I do take notice. Let's hope it takes its time, goes in and out, better after worse with emphasis on the better, not something to really worry about for another, um, decade. I hope.

Same with the journal writing, of course. All writing can use more editing. Not quite true, but mostly, some people evidently know when to turn it off. The more editing needed as you grow older? I suspect. Here in the east bay tide land marshes of Oakland, where birds once nested. When there were birds.

Up this morning with the alarm, to breakfast and back, a good day starting even though it's overcast. A haircut at ten, leaving to catch the bus in another half hour. Get it cut shorter? I washed it yesterday and now it's a bit frizzy. Is that another place where the mind goes, you start thinking about frizzy? I suspect not, not really. Just the occasional I should do something about it when I glance in the mirror.

Later. It began raining as I took the bus downtown, raining during the haircut, raining on the way back home. What's with the weather here? This is California.

I finished the Carnaval section on artandlife, some one hundred or so photographs, five sections, more than enough. We'll see what I think of them in another couple of weeks. Overall I'm happy. None of them pop off the page like a rocket, but they all have the aspect I'm looking for when I take a photograph.

And happy day, another ocular migraine after I returned and was working in Photoshop. What have I done, what have I eaten, what else brings them on? I've been eating cereal again, I wonder about that although it's not on the list of things to avoid. No sake in the last couple of days, although I have had some sharp cheddar. I'll give it another week, fly right, play straight, skip the cheese and see if it stays.

A full blown migraine though, had the now familiar dry (not nice) mouth to announce its coming. I figured out what was happening when I realized I was confusing the computer, the room, the radio playing in the background, the HTML and the photographs. If that sounds strange, well, it is. So I lay down and took a nap. Feel better now that it's late in the afternoon, they do go when they go and don't leave any of it sticking around.

And the haircut. Just had it trimmed. Balanced. Whatever. Don't want it shorter, I said. Really, she said. Indeed I answered.

Evening. Guitar tomorrow. Guitar this evening to be ready. Guitar, guitar.