Sunday. To sleep before ten, up at six-thirty and so, one would think, a decent night's sleep. OK, a second day to shave with the new razor, this time with one day stubble instead of three, and wondering if that made any difference in the shave? Is short to non-existent stubble a problem? No. Gone, just like that. Good. Really.

The weather looked miserable, although it wasn't raining, driving to or home from breakfast. Had the Crab Benedict this time, forgetting or not bothering to remember it could bring on an ocular incident, which it did shortly after I'd gotten home and so did a lie down on the bed to let it pass. Two hours later I woke up. How many hours of sleep has this now been? Two additional hours? A good sign or a bad?

It had started raining quite hard when I'd gone into the bedroom for that nap and the skies are still quite grey now at noon, but it's no longer raining. When the head's cleared a little better after the nap, we'll see if there's any resolve to head over to the Dia de los Muertos festival in Fruitvale to shoot pictures. Right now I think not.

Later. There was an article in the business section of the Chronicle today about an outfit called The Wayback Machine that's evidently been archiving web content since the late '90's, an attempt to create a history, a library archive if you will, of the entire web and I was curious to see if they were backing up this site and artandlife. Both, it turns out, hundreds of backups since 1998. When they say “everything”, they mean everything. Good, unless is isn't. I'd guess.

And no, we didn't go to Fruitvale for the festival. I'll rationalize and say not many participants showed up and the camera would have gotten damp, at best. There are packages due for delivery today, probably near evening, but I can use them as an excuse as well.

Later still. The package arrived in the mid-afternoon, otherwise a couple of football games have been playing on television in the background, nothing otherwise I was interested in watching, and now it's after five and the World Series game has started. Still overcast, no rain, but no pictures either.

Evening. Watching the game. Well, watching the game and switching between channels during the ads and the occasional longer than usual pause in the play. Obviously there's not a baseball fanatic here. Still, rain or not, even with skipping the rained out (for me) chance for photographs, the day has gone reasonably well. Even the ocular lapse was buried quickly in sleep, so a good day was had by all (of us here) ending the evening watching a baseball game.