A long time ago, in what seems another life, I read In Bed by Joan Didion, as well as pieces of Slouching Towards Bethlehem, and they have been resurfacing the past few days. The Santa Ana is blowing. THe wildfires have begun. the air is different, nearly stagnant, and I have a dreaful headache. Not the kind that might place me in bed for the day, but the kind that is persistant enough to pervade the day.
Classes begin full swing next week. My responsibilty increased to an extra three classes(and preps) a week, due to the negligence of a now former supervisor.
I spent hours and hours yesterday enlarging images from Japan. I am aiming to have them on display over the next few months, and hope to sell some prints.

I'll lay the blame on the wind for any lack of cohesiveness in this entry, and go off to take another pill.