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March 22, 2014

More Or Less
Saturday. The Death In Paradise program last night was interesting if only in the fact they killed off the lead character during the first seasons in the series within the first few minutes and replaced him with a new (still fumbling, still off the wall, still more than a bit of a goof) lead detective character who then went on to solve the murder. And so got to bed at ten. Ten after ten. And to sleep by, well, eleven. It takes me time to fall asleep, it does. Wish it didn't.

Anyway, up with the alarm to head off to breakfast on another overcast morning that's going to turn into a sunny day as it did yesterday. Not overly warm, a high in the upper sixties or low seventies if the weather people are correct. Not something on which to bet the rent, but either way a win.

Feel OK, so there must be something out there that will tweak the interest, get me outside with a camera. There always is, even if it's only a routine walk over to the lake to take the usual pictures. Still, with a little pluck....

Later. It is a farmers market Saturday, so a walk over along the lake and then on through the market with the camera to have a dish of ice cream (two scoops) on Lakeshore before returning to the apartment and taking a much needed nap. Evidently still tired.

Up then to take a bus downtown thinking lunch of some kind in the City Center, but found nothing open that served anything I wanted to eat. Thirty minutes of walking through Old Oakland along Washington and then over to the Asian Cultural Center avoiding the ice cream shop. We've had our ice cream for the day, I'm not sure it didn't bring on this funky head that's been following me ever since.

OK, a bus then to the morning café for a pastry and a lemonade out on their patio, another bus then back home, starting to feel more like a human being. The nose has been reacting to whatever it is noses react to out there in the spring air, something new to me in my life but, I suspect, now permanent. In so far as anything that starts at this age will probably last for the rest of my life.

Now, now.

Took photographs on that first walk along the lake, but none while downtown. The day is nice, the sun is out, people all over the place, but no pictures. Happens. No blame.

Evening. The Oakland Marathon tomorrow, so maybe just get to sleep early, see if we can't put together a day when we're pretty much up and conscious throughout.

Must be nothing on television.

You can say that again. How long have the local public stations been raising money? This last month? How many how to eat, how to be happy, 50's, 60's rock and roll programs can one watch, let alone broadcast? I'd think they themselves would be going a little nuts broadcasting this crap night after night.

You babble.

I do, but maybe if I get a good night in tonight, I'll be more or less sane on the morrow.

The photo up top was taken of a male Black-crested heron along Lake Merritt yesterday with a Nikon D4s mounted with an 80-400mm f/4.5-5.6 VR Nikkor lens.