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May 21, 2017


Sunday. Lights out by ten, but awakening groggily at four to then slip in and out of sleep until six. Not really the way you want to start your day, but I'm not sure what adjustments to make in order to make it change. If you can change.

Still, all three papers arrived in time to put things together before driving to breakfast, the car starting like a shot. So the battery charge seems to have settled in quite nicely. Two hours plus reading the papers over breakfast: the Eggs Benedict again this time. Tastes good, isn't all that much to eat, but seems to settle in nicely without coming back later to bite. I say that with some confidence.

The usual pictures walking the twenty feet back to the car to drive home, the weather again warm, t-shirt-fan weather with no thought or attempt to get back home to take BART to the Bay to Breakers, which is now underway in San Francisco.

Not surprised because you knew you weren't going then you rattled on about it yesterday.

I'm afraid so.

Later. Finished editing and posting yesterday's entry and then went back to the bedroom more tired than I can remember being recently. Didn't go to sleep, although I spent two hours listening to the radio turned down low, eyes closed. Not sure why. Awakening at four and then drifting, but not quite sleeping. for two more hours? I wonder.

Up finally thinking to get outside and clear the head. Up into the high seventies, but nice enough in a t-shirt, and so a walk to the lake to sit on a bench by the shore, thinking to get in a little sun as I watched the cormorants flying by. I hadn't brought a long lens again, but took a couple of snapshots just because. A walk then back to the apartment.

Hungry, but not willing to eat anything I could think to pick up locally and so prepared a bowl of bean soup in the kitchen. For some reason bean soup, of all the other things you'd think would be more enticing, was the only thing that registered.

More television as the “tiredness” seems to be lifting. This has been the routine now for some time, tired, if I'm going to be tired, in the late mornings and early afternoons, it lifting and feeling better in the later afternoons and evenings. I wonder what you'd Google if there was a solution to this thing out there somewhere? If it is a thing. With a name. A cause. Whatever.

Just gettin' old, old man. You should have taken up the violin rather than the guitar, as you could play it in the background as you're whinging.

Evening. Lie down, get up, lie down again. Checked out whatever was on television at eight and then gave up. Still tired, but less so than earlier. Weird. To bed and lights out before nine.

The photo up top was taken at the How Weird Street Faire in San Francisco with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.