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May 21, 2018

Ten

Monday. Lights out before ten (well, not later than ten, I really don't recall when) to awaken just before six to dawdle as best I could and set out to breakfast at six-forty, the sky mostly clear, the temperature good, the restaurant open when I arrived at six-fifty. Wondered if that would be so as sometimes six-fifty is too early.

Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee (yes, we were over our target weight on the scale after yesterday's gorging), the owner nice enough to pay for my breakfast, something she does now and again. The usual skinny Monday papers and so out the door to head home by eight-fifteen to take the usual pictures.

Sat down and looked at yesterday's entry. I almost invariably get tired in the early afternoons, tired in the sense I no longer seem able to write coherently here, and so it's often somewhat jarring to read what I'd written with a “clearer” brain the next morning. Ah, well. We've harped on this before.

Nice day, maybe go downtown. At least call my barber and see if she's open for business again after her trip to Yosemite. Like the hair the length it is after it's been six weeks since the last haircut instead of the usual four and so we'll just get the sides trimmed.

And those are your thoughts for the morning?

Yes, and I'm afraid it's all down hill from here.

Later. Managed to talk myself out the door to take a look at the construction site up the way to see if they'd made more progress. Realized I'd set out during the noon hour and so, if there was a work crew present, they could well be off to lunch. Took a picture, but that was it, and returned to the apartment to put on a heavier coat and pick up a different camera to walk to the area overlooking the parking lot at the foot of my hill. Hadn't brought the backpack and had no desire to walk on over the lake so turned around and went home to lie down. Didn't want to catch a bus downtown without the camera out of sight in the backpack.

Tired and so took an hour's nap. Another slow we'll think about getting outside on another day afternoon.

Evening. The two single serving bottles of sake were consumed this evening, the acting up sinus-upper palate's edges smoothed out for the better by the two of them I must admit. Wondered about that, adding more fuzz to a fuzzy head, but it seems to have worked out fine.

Watched a couple of things I don't want to admit to watching on television and then bailed on the Dr. Blake Mysteries five minutes after it started, getting to bed before nine. Tired, fuzzy as mentioned, lights out before ten.

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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