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February 9, 2017

Nine

Friday. Lights out after nine to get a less choppy night's sleep than some we've gotten recently, awake at six to get up in reasonably good sorts. Well, to get up and give the engine time to start. Takes about ten minutes.

Off to breakfast on another clear morning, but without the recent overboard eyes watering, nose running weather, the papers saying the snow pack in the mountains is as low right now as it was during the worst year of the drought. OK. Not something we want to hear.

A mushroom and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Nothing in the papers I hadn't picked up on while following yesterday's news, but holding our interest none the less. A walk home under a bright sun, just the one pandorea flower blooming, but other buds sitting behind it waiting their turn. More pictures along the sidewalk (how many of these pedestrians appear in earlier photographs?), another picture of someone asking for money at the 580 overpass and a picture of a discarded coat I've passed a number of times now along my street.

A warm-up for this year's Carnaval Parade of some kind is going on at the San Francisco City Hall at noon. It's now ten-thirty and I need to head out pretty soon if I'm going to take pictures. Not sure I will.

Evening. Another day like all most of these last many days, giving up on any editing or writing here by the early afternoon, tired without being able to sleep, watching the various news programs and skipping anything that's larded with pharmaceutical advertisements. Which means excluding most everything other than PBS stations (and even they're running ads for commercials these days).

You obviously didn't make it to the San Francisco City Center by noon.

I rationalized it by looking up the event on Facebook to see it was to last but thirty minutes, a performance group of some kind, and saying it wasn't worth the effort for so short an event. Well, the truth is I just didn't go, no need for rationalizations at all. Knew it when I was writing about whether I'd go, but didn't want to admit it so soon.

I'd seen the Inspector Gently episode that started at seven, didn't need to see it again, had become burned out earlier in the afternoon on the tablet and so was in bed with the lights out by nine.

The 2017 San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR II lens.


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