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November 5, 2017


Sunday. Remembered to set the clocks back an hour and managed to stay up an hour later than usual until eleven, hoping to adjust this night to the extra hour's sleep. Which seems to have gone reasonably well, although, arriving at a quarter to seven in the car, found the restaurant still closed and the waitress who opens on Sundays not arriving until seven. Ah, well. Nice waitress, no need to get excited.

The steak, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the papers, the day light when I arrived, the day now under a bright sun on the way home. No plans for the day, nothing out there I'm aware of to photograph, although I do need to go by an ATM later. It will at least get me outside.

Came back to edit yesterday's entry and found it a mess. Hadn't finished the writing, what writing I'd done was full of typos and less than clear exposition. I did have that little ocular incident yesterday to start the morning, in reading what I'd done and not done, I suspect the incident had its effects throughout the day.

Blaming it all on the ocular migraine? You played no part?

I can get away with blaming it on the Fates if I'm not getting any push back. An advantage to talking out loud in an empty room, nothing other than echoes and so you can easily get away with saying just about anything. Now if I were to force myself to spend a little more time with the writing, say in the mid-afternoons, I suspect I could take care of the typos, at least, if not the foggy exposition. You think?

Later. A walk to the Lakeshore ATM with a camera in hand. Still checking here and there for suspicious people lurking in the vicinity, but more comfortable in being out with a large camera. Nothing much in the way of pictures, but stopped by the ice cream shop for two scoops in one of the waffle dishes. Containers. Whatever they're called. A waffle cone in the shape of a dish.

Home to take a full dose of the pain meds, thinking the hell with it, the sinus-upper palate was acting up so we'll see if we can't make it stop. The vision was fine, no problem with it while walking, but the sinuses put your head in a bubble that makes the walking less wonderful and so decided to take the med and lie down resulting in a two hour nap. Two hours? So much for dodging any downside of the time change this morning, the body is not taking our direction and works with a will of its own.

Evening. I subscribe to the NextDoor web site for my area here in Oakland where the residents post various events - need this, need that, selling/giving away this and that, robbery reports and such - and there was a posting today about someone being robbed at gunpoint on a sidewalk half a block from the route I take going to get the Protime tests. And violent incidents like these are posted fairly often, most not violent enough to make the local papers. Which, I'm sure, boosts everyone's paranoia along with mine. Maybe best to stop reading them. Paranoia beyond a certain point is not your friend.

Watched (sort of) the two Sunday night Elementary episode reruns that start at five. I say “sort of” because I've seen them more than once now and I've long since realized once was enough back when.

To bed early, I'd guess. Nothing on television I want to watch and, two hour nap or not, I'm tired.

The photo up top was taken at the Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos Festival with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.