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October 8, 2018


Monday. To sleep before ten to awaken then quite early before five and then sort of slumber along as best I was able until I got up to walk to breakfast, not aware it was Columbus Day and I could have driven the car. Best though to have walked, the sky clear, the eyes and nose watering a bit, but arriving to find the restaurant open at seven.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast over the somewhat skinny Monday papers, finishing up before eight-thirty and walking back to the apartment under a bright sun. Passed by the sleeping homeless man I'd photographed yesterday below the school and then took a picture this time of the man sleeping under the 580 overpass. I'm voting for whatever measures and candidates are pushing for money and programs to help these people to get this straightened out.

Does that relieve guilt?

Later. A high of eighty degrees yesterday, a high today of eighty-three around two this afternoon and so I've spent it lying on the bed with the fan at its foot watching things on the tablet. Feel fine, the fan taking care of the heat, but so far no trips outside. (Why am I not surprised?)

Evening. Didn't even check the Miss Fishers Murder Mysteries episode at seven, but spent it in the bedroom with the fan, watching the usual tablet stuff and listening now and again to the radio. Warm today, something I've mentioned.

And that's it? Why even bother to write if this is all you've got?

It's either wild innovative experimentation or habit/sloth. There's also a vote or two in there for brain dead, but I'm not ready to think about that.

The photo up top was taken at the 2017 Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos Festival with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens