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November 15, 2015

Night Before

Sunday. To bed and to sleep reasonably early, awakening just after six to get it together and set out for breakfast in the car. No meters on Sunday and, after drawing back the bedroom curtains for a look outside, it turned out it was raining cats and dogs. High speed windshield wiper cats and dogs. My, my. Hadn't been expecting that.

Interestingly, the rain had been reduced to a sprinkle by the time I was parking right in front of the restaurant and the sun had come out by the time I left to drive home, the sky now pretty much clear with some white clouds in the distance. Rain come, rain gone.

The middle of the month, Thanksgiving coming, a sunny day ahead, no urges at the moment to lie down to attempt a nap.

Later. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream bar and a box of Good & Plenty. Not much innovation there, but they were the only things within walking distance that got me out of the apartment for a walk to the lake - well, almost to the lake - and then to the ice cream. A bit, um, short, the walk. Not the best of diets, candy and ice cream.

And that's about it for the morning and afternoon. Nice day, a little cool, a little breezy, should have worn a sweater under the light weight jacket, but that's about it. No desire to go downtown, to Jack London Square or any of the other places I would have gone a couple of years ago without thinking.

Maybe just stop the thinking.

Or the writing.

Evening. We wind our Sunday to a close with time on the tablet, skipping back and forth from one movie to the next, picked from our long line of movies in progress, and then lights out. At least I think that's what I did as I'm writing this tomorrow morning. Short term memory loss or a lack of memorable happenings the night before?

The photo up top was taken yesterday by Lake Merritt with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.