Tuesday. Up at eight (good) after getting to bed before ten. Woke up around three in the morning as I've been doing recently, not sure why, awake for perhaps thirty minutes, then back to sleep. I've read waking in the middle of the night was common to the human condition when we lived by seasons and didn't have the relentless pressure of earning a living in an industrialized society, so maybe I'm getting back to where I (we) once belonged. The article I read mentioned this middle of the night awakening kept the population up as couples, generally awakening at the same time, were limited in their options snuggled down as they were under their covers for things to do.
I knew the blood pressure was low walking back from breakfast this morning as I was feeling light headed. I'm due to go over this with my cardiologist next week and, of course, I'm curious to know what it's about. Long complicated story here, not sure if it's an interesting little aside, a fumbling period of adjustment to this new latest medical miracle prescription, or the portal to something more serious. Such is life. I'm not going to worry about it. (But I'm obviously going to write about it.)
I'm running low on pictures. I need some nice festival or other where people dress outrageously and get twisted to the point they don't notice the old guy with a camera, which, living the Bay Area, you'd think would be no great problem. Of course I would actually have to go outside, leave the apartment, but perhaps with a new longer lens....