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September 9, 2016

Right There

Friday. A better night's sleep, I'd say. Up easily enough at six-twenty to walk to breakfast on another overcast morning.

Talked briefly with the editor doing the Dave Sheridan book. Couldn't really give him more than one or two “stories” from the past, but maybe he can use one of the old photographs. The nineteen seventies. A different age on a different planet.

Another prescription refill to pickup. Maybe get that flu shot today, although I'm thinking of getting it at the old downtown pharmacy on Broadway rather than the new one on Lakeshore. The old pharmacy seems more together and usually less crowded than the new one. And I need to pick up a particular brand of vitamins I know they carry.

Later. The usual “would I go, would I not” exercise, but out the door to the ATM on Lakeshore, picking up the prescription refill at the Lakeshore pharmacy on the way back. The usual hungry but not able to convince myself to eat anything routine and so didn't stop at any of the places that might otherwise have called me inside. Didn't even ask at the pharmacy if they were giving shots.

Still hungry. I'd been thinking of going downtown to have lunch at the City Center and then get that doctor prescribed vitamin I'd run out of at the old pharmacy on Broadway, maybe get the flu shot as well. Feeling a bit woozy, but what the hell, screw it, checked the NextBus app to immediately scoot out the door to catch the arriving downtown bus.

A walk to the City Center, considering a Jamba Juice rather than one of the usual bagel sandwiches, but decided, as I was passing their shop, to walk on to the bagel shop (they had open outside tables visible) to have a turkey with Swiss cheese on a bagel sandwich and an apple juice. Twice now they've been out of V-8.

Still feeling woozy (as opposed to feeling funky, woozy being different, although I can't describe how), but on to the pharmacy where I did get the flu shot, where it took half an hour this time to fill out their forms and assure them I'd had these in the past (right there from them, in fact) and I had no intention of falling over and expiring on their floor. Yes, I'm exaggerating, but their flu shot routine seems to have grown tentacles in this last year.

Waited for a bus, still woozy, but the bus came and I was home to lie down and let the wooziness pass.

Wooziness-schmooziness! Sounds like these last many days.

Woozy-Funky-Ocular Junkie. Whatever. Hope to be in better shape for the weekend, as there are events to photograph, hoping they'll take my mind off this crap.

Evening. Pretty much skipped Democracy Now, having listened to enough of it on the radio this morning, briefly checked Charlie Rose and then Inspector Gently to discover I'd seen it before as well and so turned off the television and went to bed. Right then, right there.

The photo up top was taken walking home from breakfast this morning with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.