Sunday. Made it a point to remember when I turned the lights out last night. Ten o'clock. OK, good, remember to remember. Check that. Awakened at six, remembering the papers have been arriving after seven these last two Sunday mornings with the new delivery man and so took my time getting up to sit at the computer for a while after I was ready to kill time when the elevator started running. The building manager usually returns around six-thirty and drops the papers off in front of my apartment door on his way, had he done so just then? He had. The papers arrived this time well before seven.

Drove to the Lakeshore ATM before heading over Mandana to the restaurant, arriving at seven. Good. I've been planning to go to the Dia de los Muertos exhibit at the Oakland California Museum this afternoon and so arriving at the restaurant on time meant I didn't have to think about hurrying to meet my schedule. I don't have to rush coming up with reasons to flake out about going to the exhibit.

Now, now.

I'm actually more positive than my comment suggests.

Had the Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, took my time over the papers and headed out to the car just before nine, arriving home to work on and then post yesterday's bland, but fortunately short entry. I go over and over this, but more thoughts on digging in on the writing, if not here, then on another project. Clarity of thought comes from writing about a subject if you focus and these days there's lots to think about. But perhaps I digress.

Again.

Later. Charged the camera batteries, packed the long lens camera in the backpack, grabbed the car keys and headed down to the apartment house lobby on the way to the garage and that's as far as I got before turning around and continuing the nap I'd started after finishing yesterday's journal entry. The reason: Half the thought of parking and then walking with the one camera exposed and half the realization I wasn't really interested in shooting the event, tired as I was feeling right then. And maybe a bunch of something else, whatever something else might be.

The usual wondering if my shooting days were now limited/over, although I'm sure I'll do the Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos street festival next Sunday as the trip to it is much easier - bus, then BART - although, in looking at the last time I'd photographed it, I've skipped the last two. Had it been raining in those two intervening years?

Evening. Suddenly quite tired again (wham!) and so bailed in the middle of the second episode of Elementary and went to bed to crash for more than an hour. Got up again, felt somewhat better, more television and then back early to bed. Why so tired? Have no idea.