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November 29, 2017


Wednesday. Burned out on whatever I was watching on the tablet last night and so lights out early to get a decent night's sleep, awakening right at six to take my time getting up (and remembering to shave this time). The sky clear, but cold out there, cold enough to have worn a sweater under the heavier winter coat. We have a heavy and a heavier winter coat, one more like a shell, one more like a blanket.

Had the avocado and (light on the) cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee breakfast, reading some of the particulars of the Senate now starting to debate the House tax bill. Doesn't seem, from what I've read, to affect me directly, but none the less depressing as hell to see what they're doing.

Bright sun and still cold walking home, taking a picture of the empty parking spaces along Grand more because every one of them had a parked car sitting in them when I was walking to breakfast. And maybe because this is the spot where the camera was grabbed, giving the passing thieves’ car a clear view of clueless me and the camera.

I snapped the picture up top because I've passed this fellow a number of times walking home and wondered what the rig was he was wearing, as he's been wearing it and carrying that water bottle the many times I've passed by him in the past. Searching on the product name (Tusah) printed on his “wings” brings up a scuba gear company with a long product list that doesn't seem to include anything like them.

Later. None of the “tiredness“ and such. Clear headed, the sinuses keeping to themselves and so a late morning and early afternoon to continue with a couple of series on the tablet, finally burning out in the mid-afternoon in time to listen to the news.

Evening. A day spent on the tablet. A clear headed day, clear headed for being inside, anyway, I'm not sure being outside in the sun wouldn't differ a bit: same head, different reaction in the sense the vision becomes somewhat less accurate and whatever bubble aspects become more noticeable in the brighter light. Still, clear headed enough and happy enough while inside. Not such a good sign if you're upset about a seemingly new reality that verges on a life spent hiding inside.

The photo up top was taken while walking home from breakfast this morning with a Nikon 1 V1 camera mounted with a 30-110mm f 3.8-5.6 Nikon 1 Nikkor lens.