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March 28, 2017

To Bed

Tuesday. Lights out early enough, before ten (I think I remember), to awaken at six-thirty running a little late. Clear skies and so out the door to walk to breakfast, the temperature seemingly fine, but the eyes still watering all the way to the café.

Took my time reading the papers over breakfast, the avocado and mushroom omelet with country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee, bailing on the cheese, to finally head home after nine. Again, running a little later than usual, but feeling just fine. Pretty good, anyway.

An unusual number of typos and fuzzy headed copy in yesterday's entry. I say typos, but they're more things I missed, dates not changed and the like, that I attribute to, um, “forgetfulness”. And age. A similar confusion in putting together the web pages for today's pictures, screwing up the order for the first time. Age? I'd say. Not shocking, but, you know, instructive.

More thinking than usual about doing something different here with the writing, if not the pictures. Everyone's heard this definition of craziness, I suspect, to do the same thing over and over expecting it to change. We'll see where this goes. Maybe write something different over a longer period with better editing. And thinking.

Later. The dry mouth again, this time for about two hours, lying down for most of that time to let it pass. Yes, the last time it came along I'd had this morning's breakfast, although I'm still not sure it or food is the culprit. Except we'll give up on omelets for a while. A week. Whatever. I don't have much of a track record on this.

A walk to the ATM on Lakeshore to prepare for the haircut appointment tomorrow, the sun bright, a slight breeze, the light coat without a sweater I was wearing now too warm as I was walking back to the apartment. No complaints, I'm sitting here in front of the fan in a t-shirt and, should I go out again, which I won't, a t-shirt will more than suffice.

Remembered I had those Good & Plenty boxes in the kitchen cupboard and so had some to cut the taste of the dry mouth. Seems to have helped.

Later still. The dry mouth has lasted one and off through the afternoon, although it seems to be clearing up now that Democracy Now! has started. Five-thirty.

The Internet is still slow, particularly on the tablet, and so I ran a speed test on the AT&T site that said I had a problem that would require a technician's visit and so made an appointment for Thursday afternoon. Let's hope there is a problem they can find.

More clearing of the living room. Quite a difference. We may throw caution to the wind and do more. That table with the framing equipment sitting on it? When's the last time I've framed a picture? Using the equipment? Never. I've been using frame kits that need a screw driver to put together and nothing else.

Sounds about right. Clutter without rhyme or reason.


Evening. Three episodes of Foyle's War starting at seven. Didn't recognize them from the program descriptions, but it turns out, as suspected, I have. Watched the first, most of the first, then turned to check out Charlie Rose and decided to listen to his first interview before heading to bed.

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.