Tuesday. Lights out before ten, but awakening at ten to six and so taking my time getting up and getting out the door at six-forty to find the East Bay Times had been delivered. Delivered late, but delivered.
Clear skies, a decent walk to breakfast to have the single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee, the weight a pound under the target on the scale this morning. Not much in the way of meat consumption these last several years. Good, I guess.
The walk home taking the usual pictures on the way, but discovering the computer was acting up when I booted it. The external drive that holds this year's photographs wasn't showing up on the list of connected drives and the computer itself booted extremely slowly, rebooting twice at a couple of points before I could log in. I have a haircut appointment at eleven and so don't have the time to troubleshoot it now, but that's going to be the first task I address when I get back home.
Later. A bus to the City Center, a haircut, a bus back to the apartment. The day's tasks are done.
Now to find the lost drive, disconnecting all the external drives, rebooting the computer and then reconnecting the external drives one by one. The first drive I connected was the drive the computer couldn't find this morning, seeing it immediately once it had fired up. Just like that, all the other drives connected in turn. So I don't know what the problem was, just that it seems to have been resolved.
In updating the artandlife and HereInOakland recent postings on the list to the left up above, however, I discovered I hadn't posted the Oakland Pride photographs to the HereInOakland site. To artandlife, yes, but to Oakland, no. I'd done them, of course, but hadn't posted them to the web. A new one to add to the memory glitch list. How do you (did I) manage to do that, to forget?
Evening. Read more of LeCarré's new book, good, watched Democracy Now, sort of, came back to the living room at eight and watched the first hour of The Vietnam War, set around 1964 from just before Kennedy's assassination and Johnson's election in 1964, a period I found less than wonderful to recall. Decided to skip the last half hour of the program and go to bed.
I remembered the time, in school, studying Political Science and taking classes on the history of the Southeast Asia area, one of the classes focusing on Vietnam. It was clear then we had no idea what we were doing there and that the rationales given for sending troops, for engaging in the war, were dead wrong. Again, a turbulent period that reminded me it was time for bed.
To pull the covers up over your head?
Just turning the lights out was more than enough.