Thursday. Lights out again at ten (ten after ten) to awaken briefly but once during the night and then awaken for good at quarter to six in time to hear the five minute KPFA news broadcast before Democracy Now started with its fresh injection of misery from around the world. Well, from the COP22 in Marrakech.
Another clear day, another cool morning, another walk to breakfast to dawdle over the papers and return home in the now early morning sun, taking pictures of the usual subjects. The exposure is better and I've been considering ways to adjust the cameras in various lighting situations, something I should have done, um, decades ago when I first started.
That's embarrassing to say.
Best to come face to face and admit to our slothful ways. I doubt it will result in doing anything about it.
Later. Thought about heading out for a couple of times before finally walking over to the lake and on to the Lakeshore ATM and picking up the prescription refill on the way back at the pharmacy. This is the first time I've seen this Post It Note wall reaction to the Trump election at the entrance to Trader Joe's and Wallgreens.
Prescriptions in hand I walked back to the apartment, the vision OK, but feeling, I don't know, vulnerable, rocky, rickety, whatever. So I laid down for a while, listening to the radio, vague symptoms of an oncoming ocular migraine flitting about, but then leaving. Familiar, but not encouraging. After half an hour or so turned on the tablet and watched last night's episode of Code Black before getting up ten minutes before it had finished feeling much better. More than a saccharine overdose in watching this series' episodes. We'll watch the end of it later when we've detoxed the system enough to continue.
You still retain your family's Scandinavian genes. Can't take all that plucking of the heart strings.
I'll cop to that, although there's plenty of it to go around here at the male end of the spectrum.
Evening. Watched Democracy Now, the half I missed this morning. Nothing I otherwise wanted to watch on television and so to bed to go through the usual suspects on the tablet, watching a little more of this, a little more of that until eight, when I checked out Charlie Rose and Vera.
I really do have trouble following the dialogue on Vera, some of it perhaps due to my hearing, but more of it to do with their accents. I'd blame the television set's audio system, small speakers maybe, except I don't have trouble understanding dialogue on other programs.
Sounds like your evening last evening and all your the evenings before that.
I suspect we're not unique.