I do need the walking. I get no exercise now except on the weekends working crowds with the cameras shooting pictures and there's no benefit from exercise that happens once or twice a week shooting pictures. And I'm thinking of giving up on the crowds for a while to move into the studio. I will not join a health club to work out every day or every other day because I've tried that and I won't because I don't. Ms. Right would have to be running the weight machines before I'd show up in the mornings and it's been my experience that Ms. Right, if she exists in this world (which she doesn't, Ms. Partially Right being a different question), is not passing out pencils at the weight machine counter so I can mark down my repetitions. Unless she is, of course, in which case we're not going to meet in any conceivable Sole Proprietor future. Art, life, fate: It seems to be in the timing.

Thursday tomorrow, with the weekend approaching. There's an off the wall parade in Berkeley I think I'll shoot and maybe I'll go over to San Francisco to shoot the boat building competition at the Maritime Museum, at which, I am informed, some of my fellow workers will be, um, competing. Take BART, find a bus. BART is easy, it's finding the bus. Damned if I'm going to drive in San Francisco. Maybe noodle around North Beach. Make use of all this walking. Make an appointment to have my storage cube available on Saturday so I can get rid of this stuff I've been unpacking. Things are looking up. He said.