I suppose a really proustian thing to do would be to write down each walk and whatever remarkable thing might have occurred. tonight for instance at 6th and Folsom we heard a sharp, loud bang and the neighborhood being what it is we on the street looked at each other warily like was that a gunshot and then this big old truck comes on down the street backfiring dramatically every few feet and at once we all mutter whew. it was actually audible, the whew.
after that the walk was noneventful. I went 2.8 miles this evening in the non daylight savings dark through areas I would have been afraid to walk through after dark as a woman. this still annoys me but there isn't a lot I can do about it. I mean I could talk myself into being more nervous I guess but it doesn't seem likely to work.
tomorrow I must do work speaking of work. I did fifteen minutes of work today and then I worked on arty projects the rest of the day. it was fun and I spilled paint on the floor. acrylic cleans up with water fortunately.