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November 5, 2014

Lessons Learned

Wednesday. Lights out about nine, last night. I'd had enough election returns and got to sleep at a decent hour. I think. Again, never sure how it went the morning after, seems to take longer when you're lying there in the dark, going through your little story lines, repeated often enough to make them boring. Be interesting to know what fantasies people have when they're drifting off to sleep. I would assume they both fall into similar groups and tell quite a bit about the neuroses of persons having them.

Anyway, a bit slow getting up running about fifteen minutes late. Didn't make much difference over the papers, I already knew most of the results from listening last night - depressing outcomes, mostly - and so home before eight.

Oh, and they seem to have reduced the price of gas by about four cents a gallon at the station across from the café, the regular gas display again dark. So a picture. Otherwise home feeling tired, maybe take a nap. And check the news on the radio, see if they have updated local results.

Later. Nice day, t-shirt weather. I did crawl back into bed for two hours earlier this morning, listening to the news on the radio (it appears we had an election yesterday) and zoning out without sleep. I don't think. Those two hours went by rather quickly.

A dry mouth, a funky head, but out the door to catch a bus to the ATM on Broadway and then a walk back to Coffee with a Beat on Perkins for a turkey sandwich and coffee at one of their sidewalk tables before heading on to the construction site to take a quick set of pictures to document today's progress before scooting on home.

The mouth/upper palate is screwed up and so another dose of the meds, see if they'll do any good. I take them first thing in the mornings and then a second dose in the afternoon or evening if required. Not sure they work or, more accurately, how well they work, but whatever is happening with the sinuses, it doesn't seem to want to go away. So we say thankyou and take the meds.

More pictures moved up to the HereInOakland construction site. Probably too many, should have cut them back, but now that I've caught up and started putting them together on the day they're shot, they multiply. All by themselves. Honest.

Evening. Nothing on television I'm willing to tackle. The various news programs deconstructing the election varied greatly, the better ones (from my perspective) European for a more objective look. Rather like watching a movie or a play, our political dialogue. Everyone has their part to play and a script you don't deviate from without consequences.

Now, now.

Feels more like the 1970's than the 21st century (when all the ugliness from the 60's and 70's was supposed to have been long resolved and their lessons learned).

The photo up top was taken at the Fruitvale Dia Del Los Muertos Festival with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f/2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.