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June 13, 2018


Wednesday. Lights out before ten to awaken a short couple of times during the night and then finally awaken at six-fifteen, right on target. We'll say a good night's sleep. Most of them are. I just tend to wonder out loud about them more often than not.

Another bright sunny morning, another warm day ahead. Ordered the single pork chop, scrambed eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, skipping most of the news commentary on the North Korea summit. We'll know more about the reality of it when we see what direction it takes. I retain my interest in Korea and I'll follow more closely as it evolves.

Everyone awaits your thoughts with baited breath.

Now, now.

The usual walk back home in a jacket that was, with the sun now higher, a little too warm. I'd passed by this walking to and now back from breakfast, an apparently intact tire tread along with the front bumper covering of what was probably an SUV or truck lying not far beyond it on the sidewalk. Just the front cover, mangled and bent, someone having removed it by the time I returned to take the picture. Accidents happen at this spot on Grand more often than I'd have guessed if it weren't for the number of car parts I've observed along it in the past.

Let's see if we can get in some walking later. All this angst over not getting enough exercise is real when I'm walking to breakfast, the head still a little foggy and the shoulders wanting to hunch forward. This bent old man cliché is disconcerting. Well, if not scary, then concerning that early in the morning. And afternoon. And evening.

Later. It doesn't count as exercise, but a quick trip up the way to the apartment house construction site to take a picture in a t-shirt without a jacket. Quite comfortable in just a t-shirt and the head seems to clear a bit almost immediately once I get out the door.

Returning to the apartment, all thoughts of going out again having collapsed, and so to the tablet followed by an attempt at a nap before the news started at two-thirty on television.

Evening. To bed after eight, to sleep whenever we're able.

The Oakland Sex Workers Protest taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.