Still got up and out the door without apparent effort, the sky clear this morning, back to go edit and post yesterday's entry before taking a nap. A good long nap with something like an hour of sleep. Which is good as I'm heading over to Mill Valley this evening with Mr. M for dinner and to see a show, something I haven't done (get out of the house, let alone cross a bridge) in forever. Best to be rested for such madness.

So, this late morning and afternoon, we'll visit the construction site, add to my pile of uninteresting pictures and practice guitar. Yesterday's guitar session was better than any I've had in months, if only in length. Being out this evening means we follow up this afternoon or we negate the progress we started. I have this creepy thought it will actually happen. Change in one of our thoroughly ingrained habits? One can only hope.

Later. A walk over and back to the construction site for pictures, progress being made across the board. Well, with the boards.

Back to the apartment to then turn around again and head back out, thinking downtown for lunch, two or three more pictures (the dump trucks now arriving) before standing at the bus stop and talking myself (over a period of three or four minutes) into returning to the apartment just as the bus arrived.

And so here we be in the apartment. The guitar has been tuned and we practiced for while before taking another hour long nap. Pretty exciting stuff for an old duff sitting here near a lake, in Oakland.

Later still. Odd to set out without a camera over the shoulder. When's the last time I've done that? I'm not sure about the theater we're going to, whether or not they allow cameras, most of them don't, and checking one at the door, putting it into their care, makes me nervous.