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November 26, 2015

This Night

Thursday. Don't remember when I got to sleep, but reasonably early to then awaken at seven-twenty, get up, take the day's pills and retrieve the newspapers before getting back into bed. The morning café is closed this Thanksgiving day. How so the long night's sleep? Could it have been those two single serving bottles of sake I had last night, throwing in the towel and starting a day ahead in celebrating Thanksgiving? Could be. Hard to say. Had them anyway.

Read the Chronicle and the front page of the Times before taking a bath. Both the Chronicle and the Tribune had more advertising sections included with them today than they do on Sundays. No color comics sections, of course, but otherwise Sunday paper size.

Dawdling through the morning, finally looking at yesterday's scrawny journal entry and posting it without doing much to flesh it out. Best to write this stuff down when it's happening, too easy to forget since most of it is a reiteration of habits and acts done day in and day out, all of it quickly blending into an ever increasing fog.

We are babbling here.

Later. Not hungry, but a walk to the 7-11 look-alike at noon to buy an ice cream bar and a pint of Strawberry ice cream. For Thanksgiving, you understand, we don't discriminate against our comfort foods, just some of our comfort foods, on a holiday weekend. Ate the ice cream bar on the way home and then sat down, zoned out and ate the pint. Better than drinking a pint, one must suppose, if one needs a rationalization.

Sunny and cold, but not too cold. The weather site I check when I'm curious says the high fifties today in my area by the lake. I should have worn something warmer for that walk, but stayed in the sun and that seemed to do the trick.

We are continuing to babble here.

True, but there doesn't seem much I can do about it.

Evening. And such the day has gone. Nothing on television. Charlie Rose at eight started with an interview with Karl Rove. The last thing I need in this life is to sit through an interview with Karl Rove. Otherwise diddled with this and that for the day, to bed early again, we'll see how long it takes us to turn out the lights.

There is a new Elementary episode at ten.

Somehow I'm thinking it can wait til morning, this night.

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