Anyway, up a good hour after the alarm (no way I wanted to get up at the appointed hour) off to breakfast to feed the meter and read the papers, back home after nine. Feel pretty good, at least good in the sense I ever feel good (and I do, I bitch, but I do..., really), the day is sunny and there's an interesting Thanksgiving week ahead. Different, anyway, sitting here on this sunny now closer to warm morning, it was cold when it started.

Later. A brief nap without getting to sleep, up to walk to the morning café for a BLT and coffee. I was hungry, more so than a BLT and coffee would satisfy, but I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to get down. Still has an odd quality to it, “that I wanted to get down”, but we're getting used to it. Ice cream, maybe? Might, but we've been watching the ice cream lately with a bit of distance and suspicion, although that too will pass.

The same line of cormorants were sitting on the boom that fences in the stuff that tags along in the underground streams that empty out there into the lake. I've wondered if the cormorants’ arrival has something to do with the fountain being pulled. Maybe they didn't like the mist it created. Hard to say.

They seem to sit there drying their feathers - being half submarine, half bird after all - standing wing to wing in the line, one occasionally bumping another off to take its place. A picture of four geese who took off before I could quite raise the camera. They do that. I should just sit and wait, take my time, get them in the act without having to crop later to (almost) get in closer for what I want. Pixel count does, in some instances, count.

A picture of a fellow and what I assume are his daughters taken along Grand near the Highway 580 overpass and then a crop to better frame the young girl's face.

I don't usually take pictures of children, one because they're not really my photo interest, second because who needs to have someone even for a second wonder about my intentions, but they are naturals in front of the camera.

Later still. Another dry mouth leading to bed for over an hour in the mid afternoon, to get up slowly and head over to the 7-11 look-alike for a pint of strawberry ice cream, the world and the head coming together (finally) well after four.

The BLT for lunch? Bacon is processed meat after all. Might. Might not. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Not sure ice cream is the best choice for a dinner (took me what: three hours since lunch to decide it was OK to eat?), so I augmented it with a roll of Necco wafers that I ate on the way home, just in case.

Evening. Scott & Bailey at nine followed by a DCI Banks that lasts for an hour and a half starting at ten. I'm sure I'll watch both Ms. Scott and Ms. Bailey, not sure I'll stay up for Mr. Banks. We're not quite yet sure yet about Mr. Banks.