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March 17, 2017


Friday. Another decent night's sleep, awakening at quarter to six again, a little too early, but up easily enough to walk to breakfast on what looks like it's going to be a clear skies, warm as spring, morning. Later. When the sun appears.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee again for breakfast, we're holding fast to our no drama, no testing of the limits breakfasts. The sinuses seem good, the sun coming up over the eastern hills as we walked home on this Saint Patrick's Day, the 17th of March. Seems to be every year on the 17th of March. Not sure if there's a specific reason why and too lazy at the moment to look it up.

My Microsoft Office email program failed this morning in the middle of going through the mail. Corrupted. Won't start. Gives error messages that it can find specific files. Which lets us know what we'll be doing next.

Later. A reboot and the email program loaded, went through a file repair sequence in the process and then settled into working again. Which is nice. All of two minutes to fix.

So, clear headed (what passes as clear headed anymore), caught the bus downtown to get out of the apartment. Late mornings seem to be the trigger. Once I'm done with the journal posting and I've gone through the various news web sites I follow, the body seems to tell me to get outside. I may fight it logically, but logic seems to fail every time against whatever it is that wants me out the door. It says go and you go. No discussion.

Anyway, off at Latham Square, a walk through the City Center and then on to Peet's in the old APL building for coffee and a scone. On again by the Marriott to the Friday farmers market. Just a walk through, taking but one picture before heading to the Chinese Cultural Center to sit in the sun for maybe ten minutes before catching a free bus to the corner of 17th and Broadway where I took half a dozen pictures. Just like that. One minute after the last picture a bus arrived and I was home just after noon.

Later still. Interesting. Suddenly the dry/fuzzy/something or other mouth, the reduced vision started that sent me to bed to lie down for more than an hour and allow it to pass. Brought on by what and why? Thus has gone the rest of the afternoon.

At least it doesn't last long and goes away.

Until it doesn't.

Evening. A look at Democracy Now!, a look at a couple of Law & Order episodes, watching the one I hadn't seen before, this leading to Charlie Rose before heading to bed and the tablet. A decent day, temperatures into the mid to high seventies, the Weather Underground saying the humidity high enough to make it feel even warmer.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco Saint Patrick's Day Parade with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.