Wednesday. Lights out just before nine to get a longer than usual night's sleep. Yes, awakening more than once for brief periods, but then under again fairly fast to finally awaken at close to seven. Good. A walk then to breakfast in the light, sunrise being around seven, the eyes watering more than usual. Is that an age thing? Watering eyes going out into cold(er) air? I seem to recall it happening when I was younger, but not to this degree. Then again I hadn't been walking to breakfast early in the mornings back when.
The hamburger patty, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the three papers, all of which still dominated by the shooting in Las Vegas. Fifty-nine people dead including the shooter, five hundred wounded. The number of people killed by guns during a year is about eighty a day, thirty thousand a year. Close to what we lose to automobile accidents. Still....
What's that about?
Your perspective changes with the years, looking back at your own history. Living here in an urban environment is very different than living in, growing up in, a rural environment where hunting was common and learning how to handle a gun safely was a rite of passage, a duty falling on the father in teaching the son. Less so in teaching the daughters, but I'm less clear on that. Attitudes, even your own, change with time and circumstance.
Ah, well. The walk home, the usual pictures, not as many people on the sidewalk this trip, perhaps because it was later. Not much later, but later.
Later. Some television (Law & Order), a couple of episodes I'd seen before, but didn't need to see again and so paid them less attention as they ran while I was futzing around nearby on the computer.
I'd passed a fellow on the way home sweeping the sidewalk in front of his store this morning and he asked where my camera was and so, talking with him, he pointed at the nearby bicycle locked to a stand, mentioning it had survived the night without being vandalized. He wasn't sure why the owner had left it, but he had. I didn't think to take a picture in case there was a before-after opportunity here and so used it as an excuse to get outside this noon hour.
Turned right around after taking the snapshot back to the apartment, couldn't even talk myself into getting a grilled cheese sandwich at the burger drive-in as I was hungry. Paranoid, I'm guessing. Less so with time, but still, paranoid is paranoid and wreaks havoc on carrying a camera out in the open.
Evening. A slow afternoon. I was slow, anyway. The Internet speed dropped to the point it wasn't really usable during the afternoon and so spent quite a bit of time futzing with it. Happened once before, but what had I done to fix it back then?
Watched the two episodes of Midsomer Murders that started at eight. Realized right away I'd seen it before, but didn't remember the ending (who'd done it) until the very end. Started the New Tricks episode that followed, remembered I'd seen it as well and again, didn't remember the outcome, but bailed this time some five minutes in. An up and down day, I'd say, picking this up and finishing it Thursday morning. I seem to run out of gas with the writing by about two in the afternoon.