Strike That Often
Thursday. Quite a bit of fog again this morning, maybe I'm reacting because we haven't had much morning fog that I can remember in many years. They're saying the incidence of early morning fog along the Northern California coast has decreased by thirty percent and the redwoods are no longer able to germinate and grow at these lower levels for lack of water. The existing trees will continue to make it, but new growth is severely limited for the lack of the additional water fog provides. So much for Northern California redwoods. Life seems to be changing ever faster as I get older. A unique observation, don't you think?
Back from breakfast to finish up and post yesterday's entry. I need a clearer head than I had after returning from Pescadero to turn out a minimally decent screed. Nothing to do with alcohol, I kept it to the two Guinness, but I find I leave in typos and overly clunky constructs if I don't get away and let my head come back after a night's sleep. I call them “typos”, but they're odd little things like typing “of” instead of, say, “to” in a place where “of” makes no sense. The brain just doesn't catch it. Where does it come from? Well, we know where “it” comes from, overly used quotation marks aside. Let's let it lie.
A picture or two not included in yesterday's entry. Not a great batch of pictures, I was there to check out Duarte's Tavern and have a decent lunch, but I saw some possibilities that could have been further developed if I'd stayed longer with a clearer head. Well, if I'd stayed longer. Nothing wrong yesterday with my head other than I was a little tired by the time I got back, the driving and all, old man in a car, babbling.
Later. A very straightforward get on the bus, go downtown, walk back to the apartment with the camera over the shoulder and not in hand, no particular thought to take a picture, a relatively brisk pace since I wasn't looking about waiting for inspiration to strike. Some days are like this I guess. Still, it's just after noon, still overcast, the day still ahead. Well, a doctor's appointment late this afternoon, I suspect the description of the day is decided and done. No complaints. All this may change if the meteor strikes, but meteors (one is happy to hear) don't strike that often.
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