Wednesday. Lights out again at a decent hour, awake some thirty minutes before the alarm to get up and head out to breakfast on what may well be a decent day ahead. The day's head, anyway, we'll see how my own head handles it in another couple of paragraphs. Still, out and back, maybe take the car in to be serviced (I guess they need to be serviced, even when you're not driving), but probably not. A normal sort of morning, in other words, with perhaps the attitude better than most.

Later. No trips to the dealer for the car to be serviced, we'll get to that next week (ha!), a walk to the 7-11 look-alike for a bag of cashews (for lunch was the rationalization), no thought to go anywhere else, no thought to photograph the apartment house construction site, as it was noon and everyone would be at lunch, and so back to the apartment to lie down and watch whatever I could find on the tablet. Getting more difficult to find things on the tablet.

A walk over to the construction site to take what pictures I could find from behind the site, as nothing seemed to be happening along Grand at around two in the afternoon, a quick walk to the project and back. At least the sun was out, although it was still cool/cold enough to be wearing a sweater and light jacket.

I did get an email from a city engineer I'd met when photographing the Latham Square project back when, asking me if I'd like to document the construction they're starting very soon in the same area at Broadway and Telegraph and, if I did, he'd be happy to arrange access to one of the buildings to take aerial photographs of the construction as it progressed. A good excuse to get out of the house and so I replied I was up for it. We'll see how that works out.

Evening. A slow day, a slow evening, although we'll probably watch Death in Paradise coming up at eight. For a small island they seem to deal with quite a few murders, one or more a week. Then to bed. What else can be said? Not enough exercise walking, maybe we'll get in some decent time on the guitar. (No laughter, please. We're skittish.)