Monday. And so to bed at a decent hour, a decent hour defined as before ten. Still ten. Nine doesn't seem to be in the cards, but we'll see.

Up with the alarm to head off to breakfast and back on another overcast morning feeling pretty good. No mention of the Oakland People's Climate March in the Chronicle, but then they had the New York story buried well back in the first section of the paper. No Tribune is delivered on Mondays, but we'll check the online version, see if they took any notice.

Today we work on yesterday's photographs and get them, if not posted, then as close as we can to put them up first thing tomorrow. Hup! A good start, so far, so maybe we'll see progress.

Later. Working on the Folsom pictures. Odd set of pictures. They can be a bit depressing as you go through them. Seems that way anyway.

The sun came out around ten and so a walk over to the construction site to take what pictures could be found. Close to noon, so maybe many of the construction workers were off having lunch. An impressive crane, something happening on the Euclid entrance side to the site, but that was about it. Nothing going on I could see at the lake and so back to the apartment.

To work on more pictures. Maybe take a break for a late lunch.

Later still. OK, no way we're going to finish the Folsom Street photographs today. The photographs themselves are pretty much done, having run them through Lightroom and Photoshop, but the web pages and the little thumb nails still need to be created and that will take time. Good progress, but not good enough to post today. Hey.

Evening. And so to bed early. Nothing on television, an English series I started on the tablet caught my interest, so we'll watch it and hope we don't get so involved that we watch it until well after ten. Dangerous, this world. So many diversions lying in wait ready to grab your sleep and attention.

We seem to be drifting here.

Drifting is is a good definition of my existence.