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September 13, 2016

Early Again

Tuesday. What else? Lights out too early and another uneven night's sleep, awakening more often than I care to remember. Or admit. Still, awake just before six in time to listen to the KPFA end of the hour five minute news summary and then Democracy Now as I got ready to walk to breakfast. Quite dark out there that early, but clear enough skies and so a sunny day ahead. There are many things to get done on this sunny day ahead.

A walk to breakfast, the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries this time, as we were just up over one-fifty on the scale when we got up. A nice early morning sun on the walk back. The walk back from breakfast seems to go more quickly than the walk to breakfast, perhaps because I'm carrying a camera in the right hand when walking home, the left hand empty, carrying it over the left shoulder with the newspapers tucked under the left arm on the way to breakfast, making carrying it in the right hand awkward.

Later. A bus to Broadway and then a walk to the lab to get the monthly Protime blood thinner test at one, their computer system down, but causing only a twenty minute wait. I say “only” because it's usually longer than twenty minutes when their system is up.

A bus to the ATM and then across Broadway, meeting the bus home with some thirty seconds to spare. Sometimes you get lucky. The sinuses are acting up, so another dose of the pain meds when I got home. I'm continuing to fight doing the two tasks that still need to get done, but it's only mid-afternoon and I suspect we'll take care of them. Later.

Later still. It seems taking that second dose of the pain meds did put the sinuses and thus the attitude in better order, so maybe we're wedded to the damned things for the future. They don't seem to have side effects other than working well enough to make the sinus-upper palate thing bearable, so no complaints. It's just, you know, they tell you how pain meds more powerful than aspirin are to be avoided lest, well, lest you get to like them.

Or something like that.

Or something like that. The smart phone continues to hold its charge, by the way, if that's of any importance. The now backup phone battery and installation tools sit on the shelf beside it. Paid some bills - car and camera insurance - collected some photographs promised to the Latham Square folks and now have a few paragraphs to write about Dave Sheridan and the days back when. Dragging my heels is a lot harder than the energy and ease it takes to do them.

Evening. Processed more of the National Police Strike photographs, we'll get them done by (on) Friday and the web tasks will be done. Close to done. Played a little guitar for too little time, listened to Democracy Now in the background. I'd talk about putting off getting to bed early and taking a chance on turning the lights out before ten again, but decided to lie down and finish that first of the two last episodes of the BrainDead series I'd started watching yesterday on the tablet. Which means we're going to bed early and taking another chance with lights out early again.

The photo up top was taken Saturday at the Oakland Pride Street Festival with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.