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March 24, 2014

In The Offing
Monday. Not sure why I didn't set the alarm, but to bed well before ten and then up when I finally awoke at six-thirty to head off to breakfast this morning. My, my. Fed the meter for an hour in order to read and finish the papers over breakfast.

Back home to spend time editing yesterday's entry. More than a bit fractured, not much I could manage to do to save it, we'll write it off to whatever. The head was obviously drifting yesterday for seeming, at the time, to be in order. Such is our existence.

Perhaps a nap would help.

Later. Maybe it did. No actual sleep, but a period of zoning out with the radio droning on in the background. Up then to head out for lunch. But where? Existential questions again. And again. They don't seem to change and they don't seem to go away. The same spot on the wall where you go to butt your head. Bang! But no enlightenment.

A walk over to the construction site to see what was going on, workers putting in place support beams along what will be the back of the building at least a story or two up on the hill. Be interesting to see how they're going to handle the parking, how high the building will be to accommodate sixty-eight units. Sixty-eight units, sixty-eight cars (you'd think).

Watched the downtown bus pass by as I was taking the photographs and so a walk back to the apartment to burn some time with the computer, still thinking lunch.

Another walk outside, another picture or two and then a bus to the morning café where I had a BLT and a lemonade. A cured meat, bacon, but not very much. We'll see if it has an effect. So hard to tell ahead of the fact.

A walk back, more construction pictures before getting into the running festival photographs again. I'm not sure I'll finish them today. Not sure I like how they've turned out, how I manipulated them in the funky doesn't have an upgrade yet for the new camera in Lightroom and Photoshop. But we'll see. We'll moan about it for the while.

Evening. I'd indeed gone to the local convenient store earlier this afternoon to pick up some cashews, “honey” cashews I might add, and also picked up one of the small bottles of Jack Daniels (three shots in the bottle) and brought it home for later this evening. What was I thinking? Who knows, it's been some time and I didn't want to drive over to the supermarket to buy sake. I don't seem to want to drive anywhere anymore, but that's another story.

I did watch the Monday-Tuesday Korean soap at six-forty. How do they mix the incredibly maudlin together with people doing nasty things to one another and still keep an audience? How can I admit to watching it? Blame it on the whiskey? I could if it made any sense since I hadn't started drinking it yet.

I ran a driver upgrade program I'd installed on the computer way back and let it update what it said were something like a dozen device drivers. The computer then started blue screening about twenty minutes after booting like clockwork. Maybe that's why I'd let that software lapse. Went back what was finally five restore points to cure it. A techie flashback. I suspect it's cured, but I'm suspicious.

I can't watch the Poirot, can't watch the Inspector Morse that follows, both of which I once watched without any carping when I was younger, so to bed early again this evening. Another decent night's sleep in the offing?

The photo up top was taken at the Oakland Running Festival yesterday with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f/2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.