Thursday. Lights out after nine, awake at just before six to listen to the five minute news on KPFA that precedes Democracy Now! at six, taking my time getting ready and setting out at six-forty to walk to breakfast all bundled up against the cold. Watering eyes and runny nose by the time I arrived, but a good start to a day, I'd say.

The plain waffle, sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the papers saying Net Neutrality is due for destruction today and the Republicans have evidently put together a reconciled tax give away between the Senate and the House. Life in the new millennium. Or something equally downbeat. But enough of that.

A decent walk home after documenting the six cent drop in gas prices. The price of crude has been angling up for a while, but hasn't seemed to affect our prices here to the degree I thought it has in the past. Just my not paying attention, I suspect, not that I've ever really known the details. Supply/demand. And chicanery in the blend.

Yesterday's entry was a mess, but the usual mess, and so we didn't spend all that much time with it before posting. Sunny day, nothing on the schedule now for the rest of the week, we'll see if we end up sitting here on our ass for the rest of the day with or without the usual complaining.

Just stop.

Later. Nothing to watch on television and so some getting up to go out, then sitting down, then followed by another getting up to go out again, finally actually doing it and catching a bus to Broadway to take a set of pictures at the apartment house construction site that fronts on Webster, this after having made some adjustments to the camera and how it computes exposure.

The dragging of feet is more psychological than anything else as, once I'm out the door and once the camera is out of the backpack and in hand, I don't particularly fret, if I fret at all, and enjoy taking the pictures. Enjoy, but don't push myself all that hard in finding what I came after, but what the hell, that's become my habit now.

Finished five minutes before a return bus arrived, getting off at the 7-11 look-alike to pick up a packet of Skittles and eating most of them on the rest of the way home, downloading the photographs and processing them to see if they were any different than those I didn't like much yesterday. The sun was better positioned this time out, but didn't much like these either and made another change in the camera setup when I was finished.

Evening. Nothing on television. At least today's outing wasn't accompanied by any of yesterday's “bubble headed” business. To bed by eight, lights out by nine, the BBC radio news covering stories of little familiarity or interest. For the best and going right to sleep.