Warm and sunny, dribbled away on a halfhearted photo shoot, a little window shopping at Goodwood, halfhearted computer bridge, and a one-mile run.

I looked forward to gaining a sense of productivity and focus in the darkroom, but alas, it was not to be. The good news was I processed 3 rolls of film; the bad news came while I was cutting them into strips to fit in the negative holder. Yellow blotches and streaks grew and darkened before my eyes. "Do you know what this could be?" I asked Kim. "Bad fixer," he answered. The good news is that if you fix your negatives with bad fixer, you can go back and refix them and they'll be fine. The bad news is, you have to go back and refix them. I spent the next hour carefully fixing, washing, Perma-washing, rinsing, and Photo-flo-ing all my negatives (8 strips of 6x6 and 1 whole reel of 35mm). By the time I finished it was 6:40 and too late to start printing.

Sunday was damp and cool and foggy. I love rainy Sundays. They make me want to stay close to home. I did just that until the late afternoon, when E and I drove to my parents' house for dinner and bridge. Bidding was still a struggle, but not the struggle it had been a month ago.