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July 13, 2015

A Bath

Monday. Another what I would call decent night's sleep. I guess. Not sure I really know anymore. Still, awake half an hour before the alarm to get up at little slowly, but easily enough, to walk to breakfast. There's always a certain level of avoidance as I'm getting out the door, but that quickly eases and I walk with some interest to breakfast, feel even better as I'm walking back. The day has started. The week has started. He said.

Later. Feel fairly tight this morning and so no diddling around, catching a bus at ten-thirty to get off at the Latham Square stop to take the usual set of pictures. I was thinking I wouldn't have enough time to take pictures and then catch the bus as it returned, but finished up with a couple of minutes to spare and decided I'd not look for lunch in the City Center. Wasn't hungry and how many times have I sat outside the City Center bagel shop, a mannequin with a camera? A statue with a camera?

Now, now.

And so a bus to the apartment house construction site stop, the line of people waiting (I assume) to fill out paperwork to apply for one of the rent subsidized apartments extending maybe three times longer than it has this past week. I guess it shouldn't surprise.

Anyway, a set of pictures from up behind the project, the project front facing on Grand not having changed in any meaningful way now in some time, and so back home to listen to more news on Greece and to take a nap. The routine varies, but not by very much.

Later still. Another short walk over to the lake just to get outside. Some thought to walk down to the 7-11 look-alike to pick up another large bottle of diet Coke, but I haven't finished the last one I bought. I don't drink all that much on any given day, more because I forget it's sitting there in the refrigerator.

Democracy Now is droning on in the background, the day has been warm, well up into the seventies, and I've surfed each and every news site I visit on any given day at least twice. Thought about taking another self portrait, but didn't quite have the energy to assemble the camera strobes and recharge the needed AA batteries. But I was close. I'd say we deserve a silver if not a gold star for close.

Evening. I stayed up long enough to watch Charlie Rose and play along on the guitar, but then by nine it was time for bed.

A bit abrupt.

Well, maybe ease under the covers after a bath.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco 2015 LGBT Pride Parade in San Francisco with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.