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February 6, 2020


Thursday. Awoke at five, blinked, and awoke then at five minutes after six, feeling reasonably coherent. No ambition to walk to breakfast first thing, but that's the norm and I'm feeling just fine heading out the door on another cold morning, arriving at the restaurant to find it open and people inside. OK, eyes watering, nose acting up, but not that badly and so settled in with the papers to see what's been happening in the world I'm not already aware of.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, more because I haven't had it in a while than any other reason, the weight a couple of pounds under the target on the scale this morning, to finish up well before nine and set out for home. A not very good picture of another of the planter flowers, a scooter waiting at the Grand Lake theater light, another of a bicycle rider and his daughter at the 580 Overpass (I worry about setups like this, young children in traffic) and the usual selfie snapped in the apartment building lobby to find the day has started just like that.

Later. Night and day over yesterday and so out the door for no reason whatsoever to catch a bus downtown around two, asking myself, as I was riding, why in the hell I was going downtown, deciding finally to have a chicken Caesar salad and a small coffee out front at a table of the bagel shop and then walk back to Grand and Webster, feeling tired by this time, to catch another bus home and crash. For a couple of hours.

Evening. Checked out Vera again at eight. Not sure why I bother as I watch it for maybe half an hour, decide I'm tired and go to bed before nine. No regrets, just saying.

The photo up top was taken at yesterday's Trump protest in front of the Grand Lake theater with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.