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February 12, 2016

Slow Day

Friday. To bed after eight as mentioned, lights out before ten taking more time than I would have liked going in and out of sleep before properly crashing, awakening just before six. Too early by half an hour, but early allows a slow and easy time to get up and get ready to set out to breakfast all the while listening to what Democracy Now had to say about the Democratic debate last night. Nobody knows how the Nevada and South Carolina contests are going to go, least of all I. One hopes life will not end, whatever the results.

A walk to breakfast in sweater, winter coat and scarf thinking I might need them. Didn't, but then again, no harm in being prepared. Another clear day, in what they're saying will be another week of clear weather, beyond that they don't say. We will need more rain (and snow) before this rainy season is finished and so the fingers are crossed. No reason, though, not to take advantage of the weather.

Later. After going through the usual set of news sites and such on the web I took up the tablet and watched last night's Elementary episode. The plot was, well straightforward if not particularly believable, believable seemingly less important to me, at least, in the enjoyment of the thing. Still stewing a bit about what it is that keeps me coming back. Ms. Liu? Partly. The depiction of Holmes? Not sure on that one. Would prefer a less damaged Holmes. It would be (and I repeat myself) an interesting idea to sit down and write it all out, think it through, do the heavy lifting. Except I don't much seem to be much into heavy lifting. A bit embarrassing, but true.

A lot of time available to you in this retirement thing. There were periods in my younger life when I had “available” time, although it was always clouded by the necessity of paying the rent and putting some semblance of food on the table. Allows you to think, though, day dream, sleep on questions like these, what draws you into a program, what forces you out and what does that tell you about yourself? And in not doing any analysis, is it sloth or fear? Both? I'm not sure. Maybe I'll get around to it one day and, of course, maybe I won't.

Anyway, watched the episode and then set out for the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich. Required some effort, getting me out the door and then choosing to go to the drive-in, but I was hungry enough, the weight is still down there at one fifty-two and so it worked out just fine, the chicken sandwich.

Later still. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike thinking I'd get a box of Good & Plenty, more a reason to get me outside than any other, at least that was the thinking. Quite warm, but the look-alike was out of Good & Plenty, they've been out now for this last week. Best, as a store, to pay attention to such things. So, not interested in anything else, I walked back home, settling for a walk in the sun sans licorice and sugar.

Evening. Watched New Tricks with a little guitar. Very little guitar, we are not making any real progress there. The Inspector Dalgleish that followed was one I'd seen before. Not sure how long before, but quite long before, and so all I remembered was I didn't much like it then and would probably like it even less should I watch it now so - what else? - to bed. Tired for what's been an overly slow day. Hey.

The photo up top was taken setting out for home from breakfast this morning with a Nikon D4s mounted with an 70-200mm f/2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.