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April 27, 2016

Into Bed

Wednesday. Seems to have been a decent night's sleep, awakening at six anyway, to get up and out the door on a grey and overcast (is it going to rain on the way home?) morning. Still, a decent walk, evidently keeping my eyes on the sidewalk in front of me as I spotted and then stopped to pick up a much folded and rumpled twenty dollar bill. When's the last time that's happened? Better the luck had gone to one of the homeless people in the area today, but I picked it up and used it for breakfast.

Close to, but no rain walking home, the rescheduled haircut later at eleven, we'll take the bus and the new camera and see what happens.

Later. A very light rain, not enough to put the camera in its plastic bag, but dark enough to think maybe we'll get more rain later when we're downtown. So a bus to the ATM on Grand, a walk to Latham Square (no rain) to find they'd moved the fences farther in and shrunk the work area down since I was last there and so took a set of pictures, skipping taking a set from the Rotunda building third floor stairwell as it would have made me late for the appointment.

Got the haircut and walked to the café in the Rotunda building for a raspberry shortbread cookie and a small coffee, figuring I'd rather sit and wait on the next bus inside than go get those third story pictures from the stairwell. The mouth had been acting up as I was heading downtown, the vision off for a period, the overall feeling familiar, if unpleasant. Still with me after taking the bus home, but getting better. Another dose of the pain meds, thinking it might help.

Such is life. Sunny out there now. I'd had an avocado and cheese omelet this morning, the cheese on the to be avoided list. Could be my later morning unpleasant episode was called upon by that omelet. I'm going to just have the plain waffle with fruit from here on out. Certainly be worth it if it makes these episodes go away.

Later still. Some guitar and too much television while processing pictures through the rest of the afternoon. The pain meds seem to have kicked in to take much of the sinus-upper palate part of the earlier morning funkiness away, so that's good. I'm assuming, sitting here saying the world turns nicely on its axis because of pain meds. Depressing thought, but better to have them than not.

Evening. Clear skies out there now, but no thought to go out again. Television, mostly. Checked in with Charlie Rose and listened to the first half of the program where they discussed Donald Trump and his first formal foreign policy speech earlier today without too much damage, playing along on the guitar. Well, did scales and pieces of the few songs I have memorized, which got us close enough to nine to say the hell with it and climb into bed.

The photo up top was taken at the forming up of this year's San Francisco Cherry Blossom Festival Parade with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.