Sunday. They said fog on the forecast last night and there was fog this morning, an opportunity to use the fog lights on the car. They don't add anything to my ability to see as I'm driving, of course, but they look cool and I'm sure I'm all that much more visible to people as they pass. Certainly worth the extra expense, don't you think, adding fog lights to your Element so you can kid yourself you're looking cool the once a year or so when the fog rolls in? I would think. There are many things you can do in this world that are sillier than fog lights. Believe me, I know, I've done most of them.

Travel house? Minerva has been alluding to 2010 as the great Pisces year coming (yes, yes, there are tens of thousands of us out here, but she's been writing them for me alone this last year, I've never had a doubt), but this is the first time I can recall she's talked about travel. Travel as in moving? I've been avoiding travel and moving (although I've been checking the online real estate listings from time to time), but I am up for a better 2010. Where to travel? Where to move? Asia? South America? Europe? None of those come to mind when I think of moving.

Mexico? I spent three months in Mexico after the army, that was enough. Interesting place, lots of American expats holed up in the town I stayed in, don't need to go there again. Up farther north here in California? Could be, but I don't see it happening. A trip coming up in December to the family party, but it's hard to see the terrain and local towns from the highway unless you make plans to stop here and there beforehand. Even I laugh when I think of that. Ha! Here in Oakland.

Well, enough. Breakfast at the usual place, probably best I went after eight as it was really just after seven (when they start serving), daylight savings and all; the fog starting to lift, a local Dia de los Muertos festival taking place over the way later this morning. A BART ride would be involved. I might do it. Hard to say, sitting here at the computer before nine (now that we're off daylight savings time), but I might.

Later. I guess I've never really explored the Fruitvale station before. I was expecting to have to walk for some blocks to find the Day of the Dead celebration, but there it was right in front of the turn styles, the streets packed, booths and such all over. I walked around for an hour thinking I was getting little or nothing, but I was happy to have gone, the BART ride but two short stops south from Oakland, the weather wonderful. Well, the sun was out and it was warm. Around here that's wonderful.

Back now at the apartment. I did get one image I like. Did you see the eye? Indeed. Looking right into my camera. Gives you a twinge. Dia de los Muertos. Day of the Dead. What is it you don't get about dead?

Looking at you.

As I said, Day of the Dead. Smiling at you. Doodle-dee-do.

Smiling at thee, deedle-dee-dee.

Well, on that happy note. Back now at the apartment at three in the afternoon, the day almost done. I've been up, I've been out, I've been about, why not call it a day and..., well, what? Why even ask? There are tasks to finish on the computer, there's a table or two that could be dusted. I'm not particularly hungry, but I will be pretty soon. An excuse I could use to get out of here if I continue to feel the need. Why feel the need? Minerva again? Travel?