I Was Done
Tuesday. Warm night last night, lights out at ten to pretty much sleep soundlessly (soundlessly?) through until six when I awoke feeling reasonably clear headed and not fighting the idea of getting up at such an ungodly hour. Maybe because awakening at six allowed a certain dawdling in shaving and such before heading out the door under a thin overcast on another going to be warm, but not as warm as record setting yesterday, day. Hey.
A decent walk, no complaints, the waffle with fruit because I couldn't talk myself into anything else for breakfast, a walk back with the sun now shining, the thin overcast pretty much gone. Home without most of yesterday's little aches and such, a trip to Latham Square for pictures the only thing on the day's schedule.
Later. A late morning bus downtown to Latham Square to find no more than half a dozen workers puttering around with this and that, more work going on nearby than on the Square itself. OK, the usual set of pictures before a bus back to the 7-11 look-alike stop where I was planning to get a sandwich at Coffee With A Beat, but found a line and walked on to the burger drive-in where I decided, at the very last minute, to pass it by as well. Hungry? Cranky?
A dry mouth like the dry mouth I had yesterday while walking to the ATM. None of the other symptoms, but no clue as to what was causing the thing. Downloaded today's pictures before lying down on the bed to finish an Ambassador episode and start another before the dry mouth and whatever else was involved passed on by. My, my.
Otherwise finished putting together and posting the web section for the Cherry Blossom Parade while listening to the various television news programs that start at two and run through four in the afternoon before lying down again, the New York primary coming up when their polling places close here at six.
Evening. Ah, well. Bernie Sanders got zonked in the New York primary by a wide margin, even though the pundits I was following on The Guardian web site reported the margin, once all the votes were eventually counted, would be something like four percent. Maybe it was a typo and they meant fourteen percent. This “it's going to tighten up when all the precincts have reported” was given as the reason they didn't call it for Clinton for some time, although they called it for Trump a minute after closing.
That and then a decent hour's interview with President Obama on Charlie Rose and this evening was done and I was done and another evening is and was done here in Oakland.