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September 26, 2016

Covers

Monday. Lights out by ten to awaken then at six-ten to get up, get ready and discover the plastic bag that would usually contain the Times contained a second copy of the Chronicle this morning. A screwup on the delivery person's part? Ah, well. The East Bay Times isn't delivered on Mondays and so one thin newspaper to read over breakfast. Wouldn't be a problem if I didn't arrive half an hour before they start serving meals, but other than this one glitch, a good breakfast, a good outing and - what the hell? - the day has started well (if a bit warm).

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

No, no. We used our little newspaper glitch as an unexpected Zen lesson that allowed us to cool down and put it aside. It's just, you know, there was nothing much else to relate this morning.

On to process Folsom pictures.

Later. Processed photographs into the afternoon, breaking before one to catch a bus to the ATM on Broadway and then immediately return, as the new bus schedule brings a return bus by within three minutes after leaving the bank. Unless the bus you set out on was running late on schedule or the returning bus early. You know: reality.

Anyway, stopped by the burger drive-in to pick up a grilled chicken sandwich, the scale saying one forty-seven point eight this morning. Had scrambled eggs and country potatoes with the fruit cup, toast and coffee for breakfast, so best we add more calories, even if the appetite isn't quite willing to help. If we can call it an appetite.

And remembered I'd forgotten to call my sister yesterday on her birthday. I'd remembered the card, but, after yesterday's outing, forgot everything else I'd been planning. For example the fact it was my turn to call this weekend. Need to make more marks on the calendar. Sticky notes. Something.

Later still. More photographs until five when they were finally done and posted. The local newspaper weather site says it hit a high of ninety-nine today and so it's not all that cool here in the apartment. They're saying cooler starting much later tomorrow and I'm thinking the sooner the better. The debate coming up at six. I suspect we know what we'll be doing this evening, if not how it will turn out. One hopes it doesn't become too damned hot.

Evening. Watched the debate. I did. I'll be curious what they say about it in the morning and what elements appear to have worked for either side and why. I have the idea I'm watching a game where there's more than one set of rules and knowing one doesn't necessarily you understand the other. A guest on Charlie Rose made a similar comment: ”Yes, by past experience Clinton was better, but recent experience repeatedly tells us past experience no longer applies in this contest.” Who knows?

Moved the fan into the bedroom, opened wide the bedroom window and the sliding door to the balcony and slept (I hope I'll sleep) in shorts without covers.

The photo up top was taken yesterday at the Folsom Street Fest in San Francisco with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 24-70mm f 2.8 G Nikkor lens.


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