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May 18, 2018
Bed

Friday. Lights out and then pretty much right to sleep after the six minute NPR news at ten to awaken at two minutes after six. To be precise. No getting up to take a leak or anything like that to disturb the sleep. I think. Anyway, out the door to walk to breakfast, the sky overcast with a slight mist in the air, the eyes watering in response. Well, watering. I didn't turn over possible reasons at any length.

The avocado and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee over the papers. Doesn't sound like it from that, but we're making progress on getting rid of that last pound over our target, some thought we might get there tomorrow, omelets or not.

More mist in the air walking home. I'd noted the price of gas walking in and wondered if I'd remembered correctly that it was at $3.63 yesterday for regular and so documented the change with a picture. Indeed it turned out it had been raised by two cents. Nice to have a positive memory check.

The usual pictures in the mist of the usual subjects, taking a picture of car window glass scattered on the parking lot at the base of my hill. You don't really hear how many of these there are in any given week, on any given night in the city, but with the number I see in my local neighborhood, I suspect there's a lot.

Home to edit and post yesterday's entry and discover many typos and mistakes, making corrections and reposting this morning of what must have been half a dozen times. Memory glitches, most having to do with the day and the date, the 18th day in the year 2018, the numbers close together in many places in the underlying code, but still. Memory glitches.

You do go on about them.

I experience them, I find them, they're explainable, but also, well, new compared with the past. The days go on pretty much as they've always gone on except for the little slips you notice in looking back on the past. So far, not a problem, but an annoyance. Almost an annoyance.

Later. Pretty much overcast through the afternoon, not that it affected me other than providing an excuse to stay inside. No sign of the package that was due yesterday, the USPS site saying it arrived at the local Oakland site, but then it sat and is now on the way to an area distribution center. Something's out of whack, but it will get here eventually I suppose.

Otherwise television and a nap, nothing on the tablet I wanted to watch and the news is balancing its coverage between another school shooting and tomorrow's wedding. Hearing about it once or twice is more than enough, five and six times and it's time to tune it out.

Evening. Stayed up long enough to look at the Hedy Lamarr documentary that started at nine and watched it for twenty minutes before hanging it up and heading for bed. I've read stories about her patents and inventions, a way to protect torpedoes on their way to a target during WWII, a precursor to Bluetooth and the Internet. But as mentioned: tired, time for bed.

The San Francisco How Weird Street Festival taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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