Sunday. Didn't spend any real time on the tablet last night, lights out fairly early, getting a not too uneven night's sleep, awakening for good finally before six. Felt good. Cold morning, but up and out the door to drive to breakfast and again feel some of the energy I was talking about yesterday, some of which top be applied to what's remaining on that “to do” list.

We have been slowing down, less interested in making the effort to get out and shoot this or that lake bird, gathering or demonstration. Some of it is still to do with the theft of the camera, having it grabbed out of your hand in the middle of the street, the psychological aspects anyway. And some of it is getting older. At least that's the thought that sticks. Comes back. Reoccurs.

And maybe it is and maybe it isn't, but some thought to see if we can add to our so called “to do” list, add tasks that need taking care of if we're ever going to downsize our operation here and prepare for whatever might be coming with the aging business. Couldn't hurt and maybe it will result in a second wind. Maybe we're just going through a readjustment phase and all this “to do” business will disappear. For a while. For a few more years.

All of which means?

We again had the plain waffle with sliced fruit for breakfast and we're (knock on wood) probably not going to have any brushes with any of the ocular stuff later to put us off our feed. Feet.

Later. A walk over to the café by the apartment house construction site for another cruller and coffee, sitting at an inside table, the place not too crowded, more to get outside and look around than any thought of coffee. A swing by the lake and then back to the apartment. Still have tasks on that “to do” list that need attention.

A sad note in Facebook by the Vulcan Gas Company in Austin that Don Taylor had died. I met him in 1969 at a party at the Rip Off Press when I'd first arrived in San Francisco. A great crinkly-eyed story teller, one of life's originals. This world will miss him.

Evening. We'll drop the completed forms off at the doctor's office, get the colonoscopy scheduled, pick up a prescription refill and shoot Latham Square all at the same time tomorrow. He said. Right now it's time to get to bed. Not finding anything on television or the tablet to keep my attention, maybe I can get to sleep early. We'll not discuss the problem with the overfilled toilet that developed late in the afternoon, we'll get to that (if we get to it at all) but tomorrow when we're (one hopes) clear headed.