Tuesday. Got to bed at a decent hour, turned the lights out before ten, but then remembered the Warriors were playing Portland last night and so turned to the AM station broadcasting the game. They were down by ten points. Not good. I haven't been following basketball, but I'm aware of the Warriors and, of course Stephen Curry, the basketball wonderkind. Still, down ten points in the second half. Not good.

And so we didn't get to sleep until the game was over and Mr. Curry had turned in another Curry performance, the Warriors winning by seven. No complaints, no regrets. Hell of a game, even if you haven't been following the team.

Awoke then at six-thirty, reasonably wide awake, not particularly thinking or wondering if getting to sleep late would have any effect on the morning or the day ahead, up to walk to breakfast on an overcast (not great for taking pictures) morning. Had the single pork chop, country potatoes and eggs over easy breakfast as the weight was still down just two tenths of a pound over one-fifty.

We do go on about the fucking weight.

No way around it. Believe me, I've thought about it. It's something that's at least going on when there's not much otherwise going on.

Some negative thoughts about my picture processing. Maybe go back and redo some of the muddier, darker, should have been lighter taken on overcast days pictures. I say this, go back and learn to use the tools old man, but then do nothing about it.

We've had better journal starts.

Later. The bottles of vitamin B-12 were on a buy one, get one free sale, so I suspect we were expected. A bus downtown to Latham Square at ten-thirty, the bus driver running a little ahead of schedule instead of the usual running behind, and so I arrived at the Square on Broadway with plenty of time left after taking the pictures to pick up the B-12 at the pharmacy and catch that same bus when it returned.

It has indeed been a clear headed fair amount of energy day. Took a second dose of the pain meds just after noon for the sinus/upper palate and immediately settled in to process today's pictures and put together another three sections of Latham Square photographs. Haven't dragged my feet at all and, when I found a section of photographs I'd missed processing earlier in April, I started on them without protest. Maybe the weather, the sun, the temperature: all close to perfect. We're sitting here buzzing in other words.

Evening. Television, mostly. Nothing on otherwise, the Charlie Rose interviews didn't interest all that much and so to bed before ten. Again.