Tuesday. In bed before ten, lights out and a (I think) a reasonably good night's rest. Awake just before six in time to catch the KPFA five minute news broadcast before Democracy Now comes on at six. The bottoms of the feet aching as they usually do when awakening, maybe a little more than usual since I'm mentioning it. Goes away once you're up and put some weight on them, but I suspect it means something (trivial, I hope) to people who pay attention to such stuff.
A walk to breakfast, the air cool in a light jacket, the usual picture heading out along Grand. The plain waffle with sliced fruit breakfast with the usual coffee and mixed fruit side dish that give to long time customers and a walk back to the apartment taking a picture of the gas price change and the one surviving pandorea flower.
A good start, but needed to brace myself before starting the laundry which is now running downstairs, the second two of four loads now in the washers, the drier working on those first two to go through. So easy to accomplish in retrospect, no real effort required, so hard to get started, although I have to say it came off without much bitching this time. Nice out there, by the way, going to be hot later. Hot in a drought, unless we're no longer in a drought here in California.
What's that about?
They've canceled the local mandatory water use restrictions and we're allowed to use as much as we may. Not sure that's a good idea, although I've suspected for some time I should bathe more often. Not that I would mention such a thing in polite company, of course.
The Oakland City Council voted to stop the construction of the coal shipping facility at the port. Wasn't sure they were going to do that. We really can't be burning coal if we're ever going to get our arms around this global warming business. We're way more fucked than people know as it is, but it is at least a step in the right direction.
Later. Laundry done, hung and folded by noon (we'll fold up the socks later) and so out for an ice cream sandwich and coffee at the café by the fitness center. A dry mouth and some funkiness around eleven, lasted for maybe an hour, but there's nothing I've eaten today I can blame it on. Not overly strong, this funky feeling, just, you know, troubling. In the way. Whatever.
More work on photographs, finishing up the Latham Square photographs I took yesterday and taking another look at the LGBT Pride Parade pictures. I suspect I might be able to cobble together another section, but we'll see. Maybe add more to the two I have up there now. It's three in the afternoon and I think I may be done with actual productive work for what is now a somewhat funky Tuesday.
You're out of diet Coke.
Maybe put it off until tomorrow.
Later still. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for diet Coke and perhaps (I was thinking) Dorito chips and bean dip. For someone who talks about being picky in his eating, Doritos and bean dip seem more than incongruous, but it's been an odd and not altogether good day when it comes to food. Doritos and bean dip seem rather extreme, though, in thinking about it.
The look-alike was out of bean dip and so a walk over across Grand to another walk in store, much smaller than the look-alike, that had all kinds and sizes of bean dip on hand and so bought them there, less the diet Coke, and walked on home, eating the damned stuff in bed while watching one and another series or movie on the tablet.
Evening. Skipped Democracy Now, as I'd dialed in earlier on the web, to watch the portions I'd missed listening to this morning, didn't find anything on television I wanted to watch, the head foggy (the bean dip?) and so lights out early. Some progress today with this and that, did the laundry after all, but we're hoping a better day starts in the morning.