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March 27, 2015

Before Ten

Friday. Lights out after eight to wake up but twice at the usual times (midnight and four), but otherwise a good night's sleep. Rest. Whatever it was. Which is good after the night before when I felt I spent a night watching a clock. So up and out the door to walk to breakfast and back, the day overcast but without any look of rain, the high fog or whatever it is probably gone by late morning.

Home to say the hell with it and take a bath, up and out of the bath to then futz with yesterdays' entry before posting, sitting here as the sun is starting to break through after ten. Friday. What to do with the rest of the day as we start feeling more like a human being? Out the door to do what? We'll see. We always have somehow, at least up til now.

You're wobbling again.

A decent wobble, though. One that may straighten out given time.

Later. A bus downtown to the ATM on Broadway, a walk then to the City Center to have a turkey with Swiss bagel (no onions) sandwich and coffee, the sky now clear, the sun bright. A walk then to the bus stop passing by this group. Interesting. The small cones are metronomes and I have no idea what they were up to other than it did indeed strike me as something novel and different, even for the Oakland City Hall.

Home, getting off the bus at the construction site stop to take the daily pictures, but then passing on by snapping but one. Go back later to get our daily dose of photographs? Maybe, maybe not.

Later still. A nap that started by watching another movie on the tablet and moved to listening to the news on the radio before turning it off and going to sleep. Obviously tired, the eyes tired. Better now that it's later in the afternoon.

Evening. A New Tricks I hadn't seen before, still difficult to make out exactly what they were saying, but I followed the plot easily enough,figuring out who'd done what to whom and why as it was revealed. Not something I'm always able to do, particularly if I'm futzing with the guitar as I'm watching.

Charlie Rose devoted his hour to the plane crash that's dominated the news. No interest in that, we'll know eventually what's known when the investigation is done in another week-month-year and I can wait until then. I can. To bed early, I think. We'll see if we can't put together a decent night's rest, lights out well before ten.

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