Thursday. And I sort of watched Death In Paradise last night. I'd seen it before, but hadn't remembered who'd done it or why until the very end when memory returned. Awake about six to get up finally at six-thirty to go through the morning routine, out the door to walk to breakfast and arrive at the café by seven. Home before nine. Indeed. Another day, another first paragraph that invariably describes the same routine.
I'd remembered yesterday at five there was a demonstration scheduled to start (around five) in Frank Ogawa Plaza, a demonstration supporting Greece. Who knows who or how many might show up? I obviously hadn't attended to take pictures. Tired, I now said. Too late, I said. Too flaky, I didn't said. Out loud, anyway. So much for photographs and gumption.
There's another demonstration scheduled for tomorrow at four in the afternoon to mark a year since the choking death of Eric Gardner in New York City. Let's see if I'm there. Four, after all. It will be light, there might even be a crowd and photographs. Then again there's the Anime thing in Japantown on Saturday. Maybe best to save our energy for people in odd looking costumes.
Later. A slow late morning spent lying on the bed, getting up finally to catch an eleven-thirty bus. The mind cleared and the attitude gained altitude the moment I got out the door: sunny skies, a warm without being overly warm sun, a nice breeze. OK. Maybe count this the start to the day.
Off the bus at Latham Square to take the usual set of pictures, still work going on at noon. A walk on to the City Center to have a cinnamon roll and coffee at an outside table, lots of people about, but no photographs.
A walk then back up Broadway to the ATM near Grand, taking a couple of pictures at the construction site where they were at that moment adding some interesting looking structures to the roof. They've had the sidewalk blocked off for months now along Broadway at Franklin and I've taken pictures in the past, but this is the first time it's pulled me around to photograph it from the Franklin side.
A bus to the 7-11 look-alike to pick up an ice cream cone (we'd had lunch, but wanted dessert) before walking on to take pictures at the apartment house construction site. More of the external wall was now covered in the grey stuff and so pictures to show their progress. Back now at the apartment. Now, maybe, that self portrait? Take a look at the test kit that arrived yesterday to see if my cameras/lenses properly focus?
Later still. Or a nap? A nap that lasted (on and off, mostly on) for three hours. I guess I was tired.
Evening. Watched the News Hour at six, having missed it at three, while working on today's photographs. Nothing on television later on this evening and so to bed early again to watch something on the tablet. Curious to see how tired I might be and how long it takes to get to sleep. This seems to have been a day for sleep.