Thursday. To bed and lights out fairly early as I'd lost the tablet Wi-Fi connection again and didn't want to futz around with it, thereby getting to sleep at a decent hour, awakening at six to then drop off again until six twenty-nine, one minute before the alarm. What that means in the scheme of things I don't know, other than (again), I probably got a good night's rest.

Anyway, up and out the door carrying the older D2Xs camera over the shoulder, the sky clear and a decent (probably too hot) day ahead. The D2Xs, at least with the lens I had mounted, really doesn't take as sharp a picture, as good a picture, as the later cameras and I'm suspecting this morning is the last time I'll be carrying it. Maybe we'll try it with a better quality lens.

Again, the sky is clear, the sun is out and Latham Square awaits. We'll bring the D4 in a backpack, this time, and keep our eyes peeled. Need to get back into a reasonable routine, even if it includes all these damned construction site pictures.

You know you're beating this “construction site thing” to death. You're the one who's responsible for it.

I'm wondering if there isn't some way to have you replaced...?

Later. It is warm out there. A bus downtown to take the Latham Square pictures, carrying the camera in the backpack and only unloading it when I reached the site. On to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription refill and then over to the City Center to have a fruit cup and coffee out in front of the bagel shop, all the while camera in hand. So far, so good.

The bus to the 7-11 look-alike to pick up two large bottles of Diet Coke (these last me a long time), Good & Plenty, bean dip and Doritos chips. Didn't need the bean dip and Doritos, but we've been good for a while now and I suspect there's a certain psychological need to deviate from the course, even if you're not driven by hunger or interest in the stuff. My stomach tells me not to do it again.

A message this morning on the local neighborhood web site saying there'd been a shooting at the corner of Van Buren and MacArthur earlier at eight-thirty, about the time I got home from breakfast. I drive by that corner to breakfast whenever I'm driving, using a different route along Grand when I walk. Close by, in other words.

Coincidentally I ran into Mr. K earlier as I reached the bus stop heading downtown and he said he was in the area covering the story for the Tribune and yes, there'd been a shooting, someone attacking a policewoman who'd shot the attacker dead. Oh. Has he noticed crime in the area ramping up lately? He hesitated, but yes, it seems it has, adding a more paranoia to the day's mix. Gotta stop this stuff.

Now, now.

Social media dumps a lot of information in your lap, information you'd have never heard about let alone thought about in the past.

Evening. The Doritos and bean dip did set badly with the stomach, not sure why. The bean dip, anyway, sitting unfinished in the refrig. Finally processed the Latham Square pictures, deciding to not go over and photograph the apartment house construction site next door. We'll take pictures tomorrow. We did take one or two on the way to the bus stop this morning heading downtown.