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December 30, 2013

Under The Belt
Monday. Warmer in the sun and I was walking back to the apartment after breakfast well after nine, quite a bit cooler earlier at eight when I'd been walking to the morning café. I did get to sleep not long after nine last night, didn't awake until seven-thirty, so another long night's sleep. Should I be getting to bed at nine in the evenings to get enough rest? We'll see. No reason to fret.

I've been short on properly proportioned pictures for the slot up top, yesterday's picture taken this morning, so we need to do something about generating “adequate” photographs for the daily grind. Which means breaking out of my shell, going somewhere I haven't been to in a while (if that's what it takes), looking about with a more critical eye in areas I've been keeping to in my current rut. Do something. Which is good. Maybe we're getting ready for a really new year. Hup.

Later. And so out the door thinking I'd (of course) missed the bus, figuring there was no reason to hurry, but found it was arriving at the stop to let people off just as I was approaching and so a ride downtown to the City Center.

To hear a bullhorn and the City Center contract workers picketing again in the distance. Should I search them out and put off lunch until after? Well, lunch. A bit hungry, yes, but not all that hungry with the indecision that entails, so off to photograph the picketers only to get the best picture of the group following them back to where I'd started.

Lunch was coffee and a fruit cup at the bagel place, a walk then back, catching a bus on Grand and staying on the bus to the morning café where I had lemonade and ice cream. Back now at the apartment preparing to play guitar while I listen to the news. Please. How many times have I said I'm going to practice and then not follow through? That many? Really?

Later still. Let's see, two strips of bacon with breakfast this morning, ice cream and lemonade for lunch. The bacon is definitely on the list of foods to be avoided. All cured meats are off limits. Ice cream? Not sure. Lemonade, not sure. They're the foods to blame for whatever it was that came along later this afternoon when the world went weird and I went to bed for about thirty minutes to recover.

Started to come on when I was following up on finishing the living trust. Talking to someone on the phone becomes tricky when the world starts to melt. Fine. No problem. To bed for that hour. Comes on slowly, takes a while to notice the rules you take for granted no longer apply.

We'll say it was the bacon, no need to eat any more bacon, why I had it this morning I can't say. Sometimes it comes back to bite, sometimes it doesn't. More often than not? Not sure, but bacon for this and other reasons I'll happily cross off the list.

You've said this in the past and then not followed through.

I'm willing to bet this one will last for a good long while. No need to bring it on when I don't have to. Doodle-dee-do.

Evening. Another Scott and Bailey at nine, otherwise nothing on television. We'll play guitar and decide then if we want to stay up and watch. At least we'll have in our guitar time, done and under the belt.

The photo up top was taken today at the Oakland City Center with a Nikon D3s mounted with a 24-70mm f/2.8 G Nikkor lens