Saturday. To bed and lights out just before ten to awaken at six and get ready to head out the door. They'd forecast a good chance for rain this morning, but the ground wasn't wet and so a walk to breakfast and then back, crossing Grand at the theater to walk by the farmers market as they were setting up and then along the lake. No rain, but overcast.

A decent night's sleep, I'd say from the hours, but once I'd futzed with the journal and finished posting, I decided to lie down and ended up sleeping for another hour. Well, the body decided to lie down and it slept for another hour. Not something you can force it to do, the body, as it seems to have a life and mind of its own.

We may be beginning to wander here....

I started wandering when I turned sixty. Been a pin ball game ever since.

Later. Raining. So much for the San Francisco Cinco de Mayo street festival. Gives me sympathy for people who earn their living putting outdoor festivals together. Rain and the bottom line goes down the drain. I experienced similar thoughts for the first time in the early 1980's working at a Napa winery. When you own vineyards you discover both sun and temperature can be your friend or your enemy and adds an uncontrollable edge to the adventure.

So the rest of the afternoon finishing up three sections of Latham Square photographs with a break or two to lie down for a nap. No sleep, no real complaints, just another slow afternoon. Enjoyed doing the pictures well enough or I'd have put off finishing them forever (instead of just til tomorrow).

Evening. The half hour Janis Joplin program I missed the other night ran this evening at seven-thirty. Tighter than the two hour movie they'd shown earlier in the week and it was nicely done.