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February 13, 2017


Tuesday. To bed too early, to sleep too late. I seem to recall. Recalling the night before is no longer one of my better suits. Awake at two minutes after six, seemingly up and ready for another morning, and so a walk to breakfast on a clear, going to be cool, day. Cool weather anyway.

The chicken-apple sausage, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, reading the papers to learn in more detail of Mr. Trump's budget proposal that was released yesterday. I'd say “holy wholly shit!” if there hadn't been so many of these “wholly shit!” moves by this White House as of this date.

Finished breakfast and crossed the street to document the four cent drop in gas prices and take a picture of an abandoned supermarket cart that's been sitting at this bus stop now for the last five days. I was curious and figured I might as well take a picture.

Home then under the flowering trees, noticing them really for the first time this morning, perhaps because today was the first time I'd noticed so many petals on the sidewalk. Spring is here? I wasn't obsessively taking photographs of the sidewalk when I was walking home last year and so can't tell if they were flowering so early back then, although I can remember wondering about it in years prior. Maybe take another look at those prior years.

Anyway, a nice morning, nothing planned for later and so we'll see if we're looking at another day inside watching whatever on tablet and television.

How many times have you ended your morning blurb with that statement?

About as many times as I've spent holed up inside here at the apartment.

Later. Tired, so a hour or so attempt at a nap, listened to the usual news programs on television while sitting at the computer and lying on the bed listening to the radio before taking a bath, the afternoon having taken its usual course. A high temperature of sixty-four by mid-afternoon, but nothing otherwise to draw me outside. No complaints. I'm the one who's deciding to stay inside.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed and the tablet fairly early, we'll see tomorrow if we can remember when we were able to drop off to sleep.

The 2017 San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR II lens.