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April 4, 2013

Last Night
Thursday. Again to bed just after nine, up before the alarm at five forty-five, raining out there as I headed out to breakfast. Still, the head clear as it's usually clear, the first thing in the morning, back with some enthusiasm left to start the day. Feeling better, rain or no with the coming spring, longer days and good weather? Who knows? I'll certainly go with it, one reason or another.

Later. A little tired, but otherwise the rainy morning has gone well. Looks like it's brightening, some sun coming through after a bath and an attempt at a nap. I need to get another Protime test today at the local hospital lab, so maybe a bus later, just get it taken care of. It was off on the last reading and they need to check to see the adjustment made has had the desired effect.

A Fedex delivery earlier. What in the hell had I ordered? I have something arriving next week, but what was this? Two portfolios to hold photographs, both of which I'd ordered months ago and had never arrived. I'd followed up with an email asking them what's the problem, but no reply. Now here they are: two nicely done 11"x14" photographic portfolios. It's now coming back to me why I'd ordered them in the first place, the project I'd had in mind, so something to keep me entertained over the next few weeks.

Later still. Still overcast, no sun, but warm enough. A bus to the lab for the blood test, a walk and a bus back, picking up an ice cream cone along the way at the local 7-11 look-alike. Good to have it done.

Evening. No foreign police procedurals at six, they've evidently run out of programs for their Wednesday slot, so I watched the IRIS II Korean spy thing at six-thirty after having spaghetti with red clam sauce for dinner. Probably shouldn't have had the spaghetti with red clam sauce for dinner.

I'd noticed what I thought had been a reaction after eating the same thing a few days ago and I've put off having any since, but the reaction that popped up again this evening was a taste in the mouth more foul than others I've experienced before and a small step over the edge into an ocular migraine. More a precursor to one, although the mouth thing was more unpleasant than any I've experienced, really “foul” as opposed to almost.

Not sure what it means, the Korean spy program became more absorbing and confusing as my reality changed, again not quite to the degree of prior “incidents”, but a definite step in that direction. First time for spaghetti with clam sauce, though, so I sent myself to bed early before nine and went right to sleep. I did. Last night. Here in Oakland.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco Saint Stupid's Day Parade with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.