A week creeps by in this petty pace, and if March is coming in like a lion I’m responding like a groundhog in his sleepy winter prime. The background cough I’ve been nurturing has had me in a plausibly-deniable muzzy grip all week long, and it’s getting tedious.
If you’re going to be sick you might as well be good and sick; this half-moon am-I-or-amn’t-I business is just tiresome. You can’t eat fun stuff or do fun stuff or get anything useful done or gallivant around with any abandon, nor can you fetch up on the bed and moan in self-pity. I’m not about half-measures — I prefer liberty or death, in their smaller-scale equivalents.
On Friday I took the plunge and bought the digital camera I’ve been eyeing shyly across the room for months; I haven’t had the chance to take it dancing in full splendor, but we did go to the burlesque on Friday night, which was the furthest I ventured from home all weekend long. I’ll need to get used to the point-and-pray aspect of it, which requires that a guy carefully set and compose his shot, push the shutter button, and then wait around while the world moves past and the camera eventually takes a picture of where it used to be. In the meantime, though, the first set of shots turned out mostly all right. A few thumbnails are posted above, and the rest of the small gallery is probably safe for work, and after that the battery crapped out. That’s what I get for playing with the setting menus all afternoon and not packing a spare.