Monday. Up with the alarm having gotten to bed and then to sleep by nine. Well, lights out by nine, can never tell when I get to sleep. If I get to sleep. Not sure it matters as long as the head is clear, the day is sunny and the body parts function. Reasonably well. Coordinated. You understand.

Off to breakfast and back, again there's a bright sun outside, some pictures at the construction site (no doubt) and then maybe a trip downtown. Nothing on the radar later for pictures. I have the Veterans Day Parade noted on last year's calendar, but can't find one listed for this year. No parade this year? Seems, well, odd.

Later. It looks as if they're pouring the first half of the cement bottom of the third floor today. Lots of people pouring and spreading cement on the garage entrance side that faces my street as I approached coming down the hill, little or nothing going on beyond on the other side. So some photographs.

I did make progress with the Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos pictures this morning, but discovered a batch I'd prepared yesterday, renaming them for the web, had gone missing. How in the hell did I do that? Just gone. The original pictures are still there and I renamed another set again, made progress on the web sites so they'll be posted today, but I have no idea or memory of how I screwed up.

I wouldn't worry about it. You seem to be screwing up all the time.

Yeah, but this time I have no idea what happened. I'd put them in a temp folder, but the only pictures I could find in the temp folder were pictures from last year, pictures I don't remember being there when working on the new pictures yesterday. Still, true, I won't worry about it. (I'll just forget about it, there are advantages as well as distractions with the memory thing).

Later still. They'd made good progress when I went out again around two to shoot followup pictures and then maybe head downtown and find something to eat. Wasn't particularly hungry, but I was hoping it was excuse enough to get me on a bus. They'd finished up the section fronting on my street and were working with a pumper truck now sitting on Grand, a line of cement trucks standing in line waiting their turn to feed the beast.

I suspect they'll finish up pouring this third story floor by the end of the week although I have no idea what there is left to do before it's ready. Lots of coils of wire yet to be put in place.

A walk down the way to have a small cup of coffee and a bun at a local café near the exercise club, back then to futz with the construction site pictures and then finish up the Dia de los Muertos pages and post them to the web. Not sure what I think about them. I'm tempted to redo the processing on some, see if I'd screwed up in LightRoom/PhotoShop or when taking the shot. We're too relaxed with our work, need more energy, more embarrassment to push for better results.

You go through this routine every time.

Doesn't mean I'm wrong. Unfortunately.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed early, see if we can't keep on our lights out by nine roll.