Sunday. Lights out again at ten, although it took some time to drift off to sleep, awakening at least two times during the night to take a leak. Consistent, at least. Except for one. Awakening at three-twenty or, at least, half awake - half asleep, to feel an earthquake start. Not too strong, but thinking, lying in bed, should I get up and stand in the bedroom doorway in case it rolls on longer, gets stronger? I've been in more than a few of these. But no. Didn't last, they said later on the news it was centered near Napa, three miles from American Canyon, magnitude six point one:
"A magnitude 6.1 earthquake struck Napa County early Sunday, injuring dozens of people, sparking a fire at a mobile home park in Napa and causing extensive damage to buildings in and around downtown Napa, authorities said." -- S.F. Chronicle
Back to sleep to get up at six without the alarm.
Overcast, the mood decent, off to breakfast and back to work over yesterday's entry. Hmm. The Chinatown StreetFest in another hour or so, maybe a nap to get ready. Feel pretty good, no aches or pains, the head reasonably clear. We need pictures and I'm up for pictures. One of the still solid mooring points in this later in life adventure.
Later. A duplication of yesterday's trip to the StreetFest, a bus downtown, a walk to the festival arriving at about the same time, fewer people today was the thought, but still a good crowd. Another two hours of shooting. Had I gotten enough to finish out that one section? Turns out I had after going through them later at home.
A walk and then a bus to the ATM on Broadway, the bus home arriving at its stop across the street just as I was running, waving at the driver, cutting across the middle of the street to catch it. Nice when this works. Thirty seconds more and I'd have, well, I'd have found a restaurant and had a nice lunch while waiting on the next bus to arrive. What am I babbling about? Life does not end should I miss a bus. Now, should you be hit by a bus.... Well that's another story.
You're babbling again. Settle down.
I say it went much as yesterday in the sense I got home, processed the pictures, spent an hour or so napping, watched some television, finished watching something on the tablet, listened to the local news describe the earthquake this morning: one hundred and twenty people needing medical attention, broken gas lines, water lines and power lines, six-point-oh on the Richter scale. Reminds us that feeling tired after a good day's shooting is hardly something to think about. A good night's sleep and the next day you're fine.
I was in Napa during the Loma Prieta earthquake, we had some traffic lights go out, some merchandise in stores fall to the ground, but little else to worry about. Now that Napa itself has been the target I've managed to be living in Oakland. We're due here, of course, but hopefully by then I'll have moved away or passed along.
Evening. Nothing on television until nine, a Masterpiece Theater thing of some sort, one I've not seen or heard of before. So we'll check, see if we're not so tired we can't play along on the guitar. Then to bed, the weekend over, the photographs posted, the month almost done.