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November 8, 2016

It Doesn't

Tuesday. To sleep a little earlier than I'd have liked, to awaken, again, at five-thirty, half an hour later than wanted. Clear skies, not a bad morning although the sinus-upper palate could be better. Eating breakfast messes it up? Wet food and temperature changes cause the sinuses to be disturbed, the nose to run? The skies to fall?

Ah, well. Still not a bad start. Put the laundry into the washer without thinking, figuring once I'd started I wouldn't stop. And I didn't, the second loads are now running, the first two in the drier. Haven't decided yet if I'm going to put off getting the Protime blood thinner test later today, we'll see how we feel when the laundry is done.

And today is the election. Which I undoubtedly will pay more attention to than not. Some things will change, at least the election signs will come down.

Later. The laundry and usual morning tasks were done by eleven-thirty, but I've decided to have the blood drawn tomorrow after the haircut appointment. The tasks fit together and, being off a day for a test you take monthly, is not a problem.

The other excitement of the morning was to download a firmware update for the D500 and then recharge both of its batteries when it said it couldn't install the upgrade because the batteries were too low.

We're drifting here.

We are. The weather people are saying it's seventy-four degrees right now in Oakland and the temperature sitting here in front of the fan seems to confirm it. Not sure it that means we'll stay inside or drive us out. Took a dose of the pain meds when the sinus-upper palate became too bothersome, so I'm guessing we're still dependent on them, but taking them less often. Which is the good side of a good/bad sided coin. No complaints, could be worse.

Evening. It's seven o'clock and the New York Times is projecting Trump will win with a confidence level jumping up from fifty to sixty-eight minutes later to seventy-six percent and climbing. OK. That, I admit, is sobering. We've known fro some time we weren't in Kansas anymore, Toto, but I hadn't thought we might not be in Oakland either. If that makes sense.

It doesn't.

The photo up top was taken early Saturday afternoon by Lake Merritt with a Nikon D500 mounted with a 300mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.