Tuesday. Lights out again by ten to awaken at six. Can't say it was other than a good night's sleep, although the engine started with effort and I was thinking, at least until I'd finished shaving, the walk to breakfast was not going to be fun. So much for those first fifteen minutes.
Clear skies, another sunny and, I suspect, overly warm day, the slow start to the morning now gone and feeling pretty good. No East Bay Times, but not particularly concerned. Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast to finish by eight, taking the usual pandorea and other (whatever they are) pictures as I exited.
Passed by this Vespa scooter and, remembering the Vespa I'd had in high school and so looked at it more closely to find a note taped to the seat. Another story in revealed in this, our naked city.
Thus the day has started. I often feel good in the mornings until it approaches noon and then there can be a funky period that will last into mid-afternoon or early evening. I'm thinking that Climate March outing was enough to drain me for these last couple of days and so I can at least now look forward to better days coming. I'm thinking a walk. Later. Work on the stamina business. People can and do build up their stamina at my age. Right?
Later. Better than yesterday, not the tired feeling I'm so little able to accurately describe. An hour lying down listening to the radio and then a walk over to the lake, still fighting the idea of going outside to go somewhere, anywhere.
Brought a camera with a 105mm macro lens that's used for getting in close to a subject and so, when I stumbled across an egret taking off the second it saw me moving toward it, leaving me about a 300mm lens too short for the shot. Didn't have time to dial down exposure a stop to accommodate its white back. OK. Nothing new about that.
An older guy (my age? older? younger?) whom I've run across now and again was standing alone doing exercises. What I think were exercises. Either that or he was worshiping the sun. My only thought was, later, when I looked at the photographs, I could definitely use some sit ups. I've been doing arm exercises with dumbbells now for the last few months, but no sit ups. I'm assuming loose skin tightens with sit ups, but I'm not sure. I try not to think about it lest it lead to my getting involved with such things as sit ups, leading then to pushups and even (dear god!) deep knee bends...!
The temperature was in the eighties again and so back to the apartment to catch the afternoon television news. Again, clear headed or, if I were to be more accurate, I certainly feel clear headed, whether I am or not.
I've learned to examine my convictions with a jaundiced eye.
Evening. Democracy Now! and later Charlie Rose and then to bed. Into the low nineties today they're now saying and so stripped the second blanket off the bed, the first having been stripped a month back.