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August 30, 2014

And Admit It

Saturday. To bed before ten, to sleep whenever. Not really sure, but not overly late. Up with the alarm and out the door, the usual routine, a decent start to a day, I'd say, a day where the sun looks to be coming out sooner than later. Good.

Home, however, feeling tired to lie down for what turned out to be a couple of hours before getting up to finish yesterday's entry in the very late morning. Bright sun, a Saturday, so we'll stick the nose outside and see if we can find one or two pictures without journeying very far. We'll save our energy for tomorrow. He said, excuses now in place to take a slow day.

Plenty of time to catch up on the guitar.

And continue working on the web pages for those construction site pictures we were talking about.

One hopes the one does not preclude the other.

Later. A walk over to the lake to get outside. Gulls on the lake and a single pelican in the distance, but otherwise sparse as we're not yet into the migratory season. Didn't even think to look for a picture. Maybe an egret or two if I'd gotten closer to the shore, but was attracted instead by the crowd in front of the pergola watching the Capoeira dancers working out. Quite a few of them for a noon hour.

No thought to go on to the farmers market, hard enough getting me over to the lake in the first place, so back to the apartment to watch another episode of Justified on the tablet (in bed, where else?).

A walk two blocks to Domino's for a personal size pie (pepperoni and mushroom) for a late lunch/dinner, not sure I'd be able to eat it until I finally took a bite. Odd sort of appetite that only allows pizza every six weeks or so and, even then, only because we can't rationalize eating anything else, but that does seem to be the situation. No complaints really, just an interesting/odd change in experience.

Evening. Odd. For all my carping about not wanting to watch programs such as Poirot, a program I watched with at least some interest in the far past, I watched an episode I'd (of course) seen before this evening at seven before giving up on any more television for the night. A fair amount of time on the guitar, some progress there, but not enough.

Never enough.

Never enough.

Naturally I watched - what? - a good couple of hours on the tablet in bed before going to sleep. I assume we're hopeless with the tablet at bedtime, sitting as it does by the bedside lamp, so we might as well man up and admit it.

The photo up top was taken yesterday at the construction site with a Nikon D4s mounted with an 80-400mm f/4.5-5.6 VR Nikkor lens.