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January 10, 2020


Friday. Awoke at six again, just in time to turn on Democracy Now! on the radio, take the blood pressure (127/62) and set out walking to breakfast on another cold morning under clear skies, arriving with eyes watering and a runny nose before seven to find the restaurant open and people inside and so settle in with the papers.

The chicken-apple sausage, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Not sure why. For some reason I just wasn't feeling hungry. Finished up by a quarter to nine to set out for home, taking another picture of a flower in one of the sidewalk planters, of a bicycle rider at the light by the Grand Lake theater, another under the Highway 580 Overpass and of a line of Lyft scooters by the lake. Walking in there was a line of seven Lime scooters that had been set out near this spot, all of them now gone.

Home to take the selfie and think about what bus to catch to make it to the dermatologist's office for the annual exam at eleven. Not looking forward to heading out and running around, but thinking of going by the Site For Sore Eyes shop on the way back to pick up the first of two pair of glasses I'd ordered back in December.

Later. A walk to the bus stop to catch the bus just after ten to get off at Broadway and catch the Broadway bus to the doctor's office in the same building as the lab, arriving twenty-five minutes early. OK, waited for thirty minutes to get checked out for melanoma and other weird skin conditions I don't need to know about, finishing up and heading back to Broadway to catch a bus to Site For Sore Eyes to discover how much construction was going on and how slow and miserable the traffic from 20th Street to 10th.

The glasses that had arrived were the distance glasses and trying them on at the store and then walking back up Broadway let me know yes, they did slightly resolve better things in the distance, but just. No real need to wear them outside, driving or not. You live, you learn. The reading glasses will arrive next week, they said. Those will come in handy. He said.

Caught a bus home at 20th and Broadway and that was it for the day's adventures.

Evening. Didn't wait up to check out the Inspector Morse at eight. Tired. To bed at seven-thirty, lights out by nine.

The photograph was taken at the 2010 Mochi Ceremony at the San Francisco Asian Art Museum with a Nikon D3s mounted with an 70 - 200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR II lens.