Across the Bay from the “end of the rainbow”. One does not want to encourage people to move to Oakland. Follow up with a mention of the murder rate and the bodies you had to stumble over on your way to breakfast.

Ah, yes. But it's early and the mind isn't totally engaged, probably won't be until later this afternoon although there'd be some argument over what I might mean by “totally engaged” now that I'm approaching the age of senility. You remember the Age of Senility? It's right next to Aquarius, a half a league down the road from the Age of Rationality. You remember Rationality? Yeah, that makes two of us.

I detect a drift toward politics, here. Stop it!

No, no, no. The current political discourse has degenerated to absurdity. It would be hard to say anything that wouldn't be flat in comparison. Politics, like reality, has a habit of falling into periods that go way beyond anything you would invent or believe as fiction, beyond any sense of sense whatsoever. We're in the Wiki-world Funny Farm phase of discussion at the moment and the inmates are in charge of the narrative. Let someone else make sense of it in another decade. If there is another decade.

Later. A bus ride downtown to pick up a prescription, a walk part of the way, but not a large part of the way back, home now just after noon, the day before me. I had a Netflix movie arrive yesterday, maybe I'll watch it. It's a Saturday afternoon, the sun is shining, a good day to stay inside hunkered down in a chair watching whatever it is I ordered. And I have no idea what it is I ordered from Netflix, except it probably has subtitles and not nearly enough sex for a Saturday.

Later still. OK, the wedding DVD's are burned and printed. I have some minor tasks to complete in order to finish them, but they're pretty much ready to mail Monday morning. There were minor problems to solve, finding the serial number to the DVD printer software so that it would install on my main computer, for example, but I got lucky and now it's done and running. I'm now at a point where I could, should madness raise its familiar head, do another wedding and complete the required photo processing in an afternoon. Well, two afternoons with a couple of glasses of wine the evening in between to keep my equilibrium. But I won't mention this to anyone.