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September 26, 2017

In Bed

Tuesday. Off to bed at eight-thirty last night to end up turning the lights out well before ten, awakening twice during the night, but finally awake to get up at six-twenty feeling, well, groggy, as we usually do, but reasonably well rested. OK. Off to breakfast on a clear morning with all three papers in tow.

The avocado and (light on the) cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the news continuing to be of interest across a whole range of stories, and so walking back home after eight-thirty, somewhat later than usual.

Again, nothing on the schedule today, so we'll think of something (other than the laundry?) to get done. Hmm. The laundry. It's time..

Later. Started the laundry just before noon. Didn't think I'd do that, but once started, it plays out on auto-pilot, as it always has. Interesting to see, even after all these iterations, of the same sequence play itself out once it's started again and again.

How many times, now, have you said this exact same thing?

Not a lot of excitement going on around here otherwise.

Turned on the fan after noticing how warm I was getting. They're saying into the low nineties today and it's eighty-eight right now. Which makes me think of the people in Puerto Rico without power. All of them without power. How warm is it in Puerto Rico right now? Without a fan? Without air conditioning? How would I be doing if I were living there? The web says (interestingly) it's eighty-eight degrees in San Juan at this moment, the same as it is here.

Later still. The laundry done, folded and hung. Good. Watching/listening to the mid-afternoon news, as I almost always listen during the week to the mid-afternoon news. Then again, given a free afternoon, I did the same damned thing as a callow youth.

Evening. Watched something not quite wretched on the tablet until eight and then got up to see how The Vietnam War covered the late sixties and early seventies, reinforcing how fucking lucky I was not to have ended up in Vietnam. Vietnam clearly was not a place for, I knew then and realize even more so with age, a young, bubble headed lieutenant. Have any of the wars and political decisions the government has made been any less stupid since then?

Now, now.

Maybe best to skip the last thirty minutes of the program and get back in bed.

The photo up top was taken Sunday at the San Francisco Folsom Street Fair with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.