Tuesday. Lights out at ten, up once during the night, awakening at six. Actually ten minutes before six, too early to think about getting up and so delaying some minutes listening to the news before getting out of bed and off to breakfast on another overcast, but soon to be sunny morning. Not good for the fires, all these sunny mornings, but not altogether bad for the attitude.
Caught the bus home just as I was exiting the restaurant and so, now that I've posted yesterday's entry, another day ahead. It's going to be hard to avoid Latham Square and taking pictures, but that's as it should be. Need to go by an ATM and there's the one on Broadway on the way. So lunch, maybe, in the City Center. Been a while.
Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway and then a walk to Latham Square, the paranoia pumping up a bit as I walked across from where the camera was stolen. OK, that's not going to go away for a while.
I have another backpack coming that should solve the carry a camera in the backpack, carry a camera over the shoulder problem, both cameras fitting inside this new one, but I suspect it would also be nice to have a smaller one for these situations where I'm carrying just the one with the shorter lens. Like today. More a way to spend money than to solve a problem I'm afraid.
Shot a set of pictures of the work going on at the Square, a trip up the Rotunda building stairs to take a couple of photographs from the stairwell windows to discover they're now somewhat blocked by external scaffolding. Still, pictures. Nice to finally get them in hand.
A walk to the City Center, as I'd missed the bus home, but wasn't hungry and so walked back to the Rotunda building to while away the time with a small coffee and a raspberry shortcake cookie. Haven't had one of those cookies in a while.
The bus, getting off at the apartment house construction site stop to take another set of pictures, and then home to work on today's photographs, the sun bright, but the temperature quite nice. Shirt sleeve weather. It's now after three, I'm hoping my Protime blood test materials arrive in the mail as I'm a week behind in taking the test. A first for this long a delay, but I'm guessing it won't be a problem.
Later still. The test strips for the blood test did arrive late in the afternoon and so a run through the test, the result a little higher than in the recent past, but within bounds. So good. Call the reading into the automated recording system and hear from the doctor's office tomorrow.
Evening. Nothing on television again and so to bed to go through the usual set of suspects on the tablet, Mr. Netflix and Mr. Amazon presenting. I wonder if people will eventually carve one or both of their names on their tombstones? Life as it's lived in this new century. I was born about the time television entered the national consciousness. Maybe we'll leave together after what has amounted to a long, uneven and never quite consummated relationship.