Friday. Lights out and to sleep after ten. I seem to remember anyway, but sleeping straight through until seven-thirty. My, my. An extra hour of sleep. Not sure why.
Anyway, up and out the door to walk to breakfast on an overcast morning feeling a bit tired, but nothing to complain about. Write about, not much other to relate otherwise, but a decent breakfast and then a walk back home passing by what I realized should have been a potentially good candid photograph of a man my age or older eating a muffin at a sidewalk table in front of a café. Talked to myself about that, the mind wandering, camera in hand, but not thinking photograph until after I'd passed him by. So a little tired and not paying attention describes the morning, I'd say.
Read an article in the Times over breakfast about my home blood testing device saying many are not accurate, the article in the business section more about the debate between the government regulatory body and the firm than the science. Hmm. I'm calling the new cardiologist's office today to get a sample taken for a lab test. At least a monthly lab test gets me outside and walking once a month. Rationalizations enough. Let's get this done.
Later. Some sun, finally. A bus to the ATM on Broadway to find it was closed and so into the bank realizing, delaying in the bank and then walking to photograph Latham Square, I'd miss the return bus. OK, it was after one, we'll have lunch. One fifty-two this morning on the scale, best to have a decent size meal, hungry or not.
Took the Latham Square pictures, still a fairly large work crew active, although their progress seems not all that great. Whatever they're doing with this thing, evidently it isn't something that can be done overnight. At least not in Oakland.
A walk to the City Center to have a tuna fish bagel sandwich with a can of V-8. We're thinking vegetable juice can't hurt when you're not eating enough vegetables. Fruit out the ears, but vegetables not so much. A bus then back to the apartment to make that phone call to the cardiologist. They're sending a lab test prescription. Turns out their home testing vendor takes some time to get me online. We'll do the home testing as their vendor isn't the one I read about. (Nor, by the way, in checking again later, was my old vendor.)
And so the day has gone. Still living in a bubble. Some confusion, for example, in ordering that tuna fish bagel sandwich. Was it turkey and Swiss or ham and Swiss? I'd been thinking I'd ordered turkey and Swiss after thinking, standing in line, tuna fish, but the check out slip said tuna not turkey. I was the turkey, the sandwich was tuna and I was obviously oblivious, swimming in circles in my own little pond.
And I don't know if I'm now well over the hill or the damaged sinuses are just getting in the way and giving me that idea. There are indeed memory slips, but not all that many. Still, how many before you should start to wonder? Hard to tell here in Dingle-Dell.
Later still. Processed today's photographs thinking I should probably start on another two sections of photographs for the web as I now have the necessary photographs. Probably. Maybe tomorrow.
Evening. Watched a Korean movie on the tablet that I'd started last night, but stopped because I realized I had no idea what was going on. Thought of the ice cream I'd had earlier, the two scoops over on Lakeshore that have caused similar problems in the past. Watched the rest of it this evening and realized I still didn't understand what was going on. The question is: for someone who will drop a movie with the slightest of whiff of disinterest, why did I watch this one?