Wednesday. After a day inside, too much of it spent lying on the bed watching stuff on the tablet, the lights were turned off at ten-oh-six (after listening to the six minute long ten o'clock news) to then awaken at six-thirty, some thirty minutes later than our six o'clock target. Makes you tired, this lying on the bed and watching stuff on the tablet, does it?

Running a little later than usual, a little grumpier than usual, out the door to notice the decorative balloons from last night's National Night Out, realizing it would have been better to bring a camera mounted with something other than the 105mm lens I had on it, back against the apartment front door and not quite able to get everything I wanted into the picture.

What the hell, I change the lens to make me see a little differently. On to walk to breakfast with what I thought were a few more foot/knee/leg joints creaking than I've had in the past. Maybe best to stop right now and whip this mood into better shape.

Later. Another slow morning and early afternoon feeling logy. A brief walk to the lake and then on to the café by the fitness center for an ice cream sandwich and coffee, returning by the lake to sit for a short while and contemplate this logy business. Seems to be a larger and larger part of our existence.

I did remember, in setting out and walking down to the lake shore, that I'd taken a couple of pictures of this, a bouquet of flowers, a blue balloon and three bottles of Bud Light (two empty, one still close to full) somewhat hidden from sight under a tree right next to the shore. I wondered again as to their story.

I'd confidently mentioned I'd set out yesterday on a walk to the lake similar to this one, but hadn't taken any pictures. Seeing this I remembered I had. Something I now do more often: return from a walk without remembering if I'd taken pictures. Probably not good, just not sure how much not good, all these memory glitches.

A test of the Nikon D500 camera's ability to hold its focus on moving objects. I want to check its setup for the lens I was using. The focusing is good, I think, anyway, the shutter speed could have been faster, but better to go through the focus adjustment process with this lens to be sure. But tomorrow. Or the day after.

Babble, babble.

I don't seem to be able to stop.

Fewer words, more pictures.

Evening. Watched the half of Democracy Now I missed on the radio this morning and watched two or three (or more) episodes of Law & Order through the afternoon and into the evening.

Charlie Rose at eight began with an interview with the outgoing New York City police commissioner Bill Bratton and was followed by another trip through the Trump side of the presidential race with two newspaper pundits. I watched some of the interview with Bratton, didn't need to hear more about Donald Trump. I've heard more than enough now about Donald Trump to last a lifetime.