Some laundry now I think, some time if only to tune the guitar to prepare for this noon hour's lesson, at least there's no stress about being unprepared. I'm unprepared, as I'm always unprepared, but after a great deal of practice.

Later. And then, and then.... Well, and then I was feeling crappy and a little fuzzy at the lesson, fuzzy to the point was was forgetting some of the changes in the blues riff, something I just haven't done before. So we changed my lesson to Fridays at 10:30 from Thursdays at 12:30 and maybe that will be better. The alcohol last night? Why not? Not unusual to have “idiot” included in your epitaph.

It's now after four, the time I was expecting something ocular to come along, if it was to come along, but things seem to be coming into better balance than out. So I have no idea. Coming home I went by the supermarket and bought a whole bunch of stuff, but without the sake. We'll do a month without alcohol and see if that makes a difference. We will. Well, we'll say we will (to be more precise).

Just alcohol the culprit? Nothing else you've been eating or drinking?

A bacon and cheese omelet yesterday morning: cured meat and cheese, two items on the to be avoided list. A plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries this morning along with orange slices and watermelon and cantaloupe cut into pieces, so nothing new or controversial. I was hungry last night and went out to buy a chicken sandwich, something a little different. Nothing to pin this tail of a delinquent donkey on with any confidence. So we'll skip the sake and Mr. Daniels and suck it up. Hup.

Other than that though, learning to play some nice new chords in Something along with another admonition to come back next week with that blues riff in better shape. So hup. I guess.

Evening. So an odd day and an odd evening. Hard to relate it to earlier days, nothing too terrible, but off enough to screw up the guitar lesson and keep me in through the afternoon. Not sure what the temperature was out there, but it seemed unduly warm there for a while, the early evening news saying three digits well inland. Maybe a good day to, um, flake out. Burn out. Conk out.

The late afternoon and early evening have continued along all fuzzy and funky, but now that's it's after nine I'm feeling, well, if not fine, then reasonably together. Such is life. I've eaten more today than I have in some time, quite a bit of cereal for some reason. Why did I stop eating cereal back when? There was a good reason, it was doing something to the system, but I guess I'll find out soon enough. A trip to the supermarket will do that, picking up all sorts of things on a whim, we'll see how it all comes together in the morning. An APL reunion downtown tomorrow, that will be interesting.

Whatever this has been today, it's more just fuzzy headed and feeling pooped than any of the more exotic ocular symptoms. Doesn't lend itself to thinking or writing clearly or playing the guitar - best not to forget the next sequence of notes when you're playing the guitar - but the pictures still seem to be holding. We'll get into more pictures tomorrow, forget today and get on with it. And what the hell, the laundry is done.