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January 12, 2014

The Right Word
Sunday. To bed at a decent hour and to sleep. Not sure how that happened, but no complaints. Up with the alarm (not sure why I set the alarm) to find the Times hadn't arrived, but on to breakfast with the Chronicle and the Tribune in tow on what looks like it's going to be a nice sunny day. Hey.

Back home going by the supermarket. What did I need, exactly? Something to cut down on the ice cream lunches? Sake for later? No urges for sake, so cottage cheese and grapes, milk and cereal. Safe purchases although we'll undoubtedly overindulge and eat too much, too quickly and lose track of our weight. Too late to think about it now, the trouble's in the cupboard.

And then, after going through yesterday's entry (is it at all comprehensible?), a nap. A nap to arise after eleven. We need pictures and we need to start the guitar. Will we do both or will we put them off? At least we'll know by the next paragraph. Some things are predictable.

Later. Another nap. No real sleep, but a lie down for about an hour, an hour and a half, thinking I was certainly tired, but I don't seem to be able to nod off. Not so unusual these days I'm afraid.

A walk finally over to the lake with a long lens, just a short walk over and back looking to stumble across a properly acrobatic bird or two for today's entry. Nice bright sun, warm, almost t-shirt weather, lots of people out.

A cormorant in the distance splashing in the water. This (I've read) is but one step in a sequence that keeps their feathers in place and waterproof. We may need to read more about it. This one, even in the distance, was raising a ruckus. Photographers like a ruckus (far enough away not to cause them harm, close enough to take a picture). More applicable to riots than to birds on a lake.

Anyway, back now, the guitar really the only project left to start. My guitar teacher is having some of his student bands play later at the Starry Plough, but I'm afraid I'm not up for drives like these in the late afternoons or evenings anymore. At least not for the last few years.

Later still. I don't know if it's the sinuses, the weather or the phase of the moon, but I've been tired for most of this day. Just slow way down tired, if tired is the right word.

The photo up top was taken today along Lake Merritt with a Nikon D4 mounted with an 80-400mm f/4.5 - 5.6 G Nikkor lens.