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July 9, 2016


Saturday. Lights out well before ten to awaken then at six-thirty, half an hour later than the target. A good night's sleep? Why not? Sleep hasn't really been a particular problem in thinking about it. If the memory is correct. If.

Anyway, up to listen to the news as I prepared to walk to breakfast, the demonstration last night evidently shutting down traffic again on Highway 880. A broken window or two, some red paint spilled on the entrance to the police department, one person arrested for breaking a store window. Nobody shot, nobody put in a hospital. People are rightly sensitive here to our police department and its never ending battle to repair its now long broken community relationship.

There was sun walking to breakfast, although it's overcast now at ten. Nothing scheduled I'm aware of for the weekend. Maybe try shooting another video later after shooting that first one yesterday. Not sure why I've been fighting it these last several years. Just grit your teeth and push the button.

Later. Tired, a crawl into bed kind of tired, but a bus finally to the ATM on Broadway thinking I might get a sandwich on the way back, finally walking to the burger drive-in after turning down two or three other options as I passed. Another grilled chicken sandwich to take home for lunch. Then to the bedroom to lie down again. Still tired.

Finally realized this tired thing was over the top, remembering other times in the past when the blood pressure was the culprit and so took a reading. Fifty-eight over ninety-four. That's way too low, low enough to account for this “tired” business.

This has happened in the past and so we'll skip the blood pressure med tomorrow and monitor it with readings every couple of hours. I'm already taking half of the smallest dose they prescribe, maybe go to something less, maybe see if I can stop taking one altogether? A result of this weight loss? Haven't varied more than a pound or two now for over a year. I watch what I take in the mornings pretty carefully, don't think I screwed up by taking two if the cut in half pills instead of one.

Later still. Better, but still tired, the blood pressure up somewhat, up above the lie down and close your eyes level, anyway. Watched an early episode from the first season of Elementary at five that I again stumbled across changing channels, but otherwise that's been it. We will skip the blood pressure med in the morning. No more lost weekends.

Evening. Nothing I wanted to watch on television and so to bed early, the tiredness thing still present. Time on the tablet watching incrementally more of programs I've started in the past. Does it make me wonder at this losing of interest in so many? Is this normal? Not reading much other than the news? Not listening to music? Old movies? New movies? Who knows? Probably not something you want to happen, but it's something to think about turning around.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco LGBT Pride Parade with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.