Tuesday. Slept pretty much straight through the night, awakening right at six to turn on the radio and discover KPFA was running a reading of George Orwell's 1984 in place of Democracy Now! this morning. Listened as I was getting ready to walk to breakfast. How long since I've read 1984, a book that just recently climbed to the top of the New York Times bestseller list? Been a while and the reading peaked my interest. So maybe take a look at a copy that's been sitting on a shelf since I first read it in college. Or was that high school?
Set out walk with all three papers in tow, had the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the day overcast and looking to remain overcast for some time ahead. The usual walk home taking the usual pictures and now finishing up the usual routine at the computer. Ten o'clock. Maybe see if we can't finish the parade sections and post them by noon, clear the deck to follow up by doing something more out there somewhere.
Later. Finished the LGBT Pride Parade sections and posted them after noon. The usual let them sit there for a while to decide whether I like them or not, if they're better or worse than earlier postings. Same old routine. Do I like them, do I not? Better to have put together two sections rather than three?
Still overcast, but maybe stick the head outside if it clears later. Had spaghetti with clam sauce for lunch and so no longer hungry, but we'll see, something may appeal. There's a protest gathering later downtown and maybe that's one I'll be up for attending later.
You're babbling again.
OK, at least I finally got out the door and over to the lake, the sun coming through now and again as the clouds seemed to be clearing. One snapshot before heading back to the apartment.
Evening. Watched the Democracy Now! that had been superseded by the reading of Orwell's 1984 this morning on KPFA, a reading that evidently went on all day today, checking again this late afternoon. Pretty much nothing else I wanted on television, although I did watch Charlie Rose's first interview at eight, otherwise hunkering down in bed with the tablet. Lights out well before ten.