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November 14, 2017

To Bed

Tuesday. Fairly tired early last evening and so lights out well before ten to get a pretty good night's sleep, in so far as we're able to judge such things anymore. Felt pretty good getting up on a clear sun coming up morning to walk to breakfast. A bit cool out there, the eyes watering setting out, but they always water in the mornings now. We (mostly) remember to carry paper napkins in preparation.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. We have a haircut appointment later this morning and don't want to take any chances with an ocular incident. And I promised myself I'd have the oatmeal for breakfast, although our promises to self are often broken.

Don't I know it.

The usual walk home from breakfast. I'd put a zoom lens on the small V 1 camera when setting out, thinking I wanted the telephoto reach after not getting a particularly good picture of the brain addled dude shouting in the middle of the street yesterday. I miss the big cameras and I'm thinking of ways to sneak them back into my morning walk.

Later. A bus to the Broadway ATM and then a walk to the City Center where I arrived early for the haircut, but again, was able to get right in the chair. A trim, this time. Not liking it so short.

A walk then by the construction site at 17th and Broadway. I'd brought a DSLR in the backpack, but really couldn't find a clear position from which to get a decent picture as they have the site wrapped up with a high fence and canvas. So caught the free bus to Grand and Webster, my bus home due in another ten minutes.

Thought about checking out the apartment house construction sites a half block beyond, but couldn't talk myself into it. The weather was nice, bright sun and the temperature just about right in a long sleeved shirt and light jacket. Felt fine, no vision issues, no ocular anythings, albeit still with the aching sinus-upper palate problem. As it's always there. Aching.

Bus arrived and so home. Thought to stop and pick something up at the 7-11 look-alike, but not hungry, not even something like a pint of ice cream.

And that's been it. No pictures, no thought to go anywhere, the mood OK. Odd day.

From your description you'd have to say all your days are “odd” days.

A decent odd day happily babbling. Well, babbling.

Evening. Nothing on television and so watched episodes of a a Russian series far longer on the tablet than any sane person would admit to in public if only out of sheer embarrassment before finally getting up to see who was being interviewed on Charlie Rose.


He was starting with Kenneth Branagh and his coming movie Murder on the Orient Express. I like Branagh, but don't need to hear about his movie this evening and so I believe it's now time I went to bed.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco 2013 Veterans Day Parade with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.