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July 5, 2018

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Thursday. Sounds not unlike a battle going on last night down by the lake, with the louder booms coming from a much farther distance, but to sleep soon enough to awaken then at just before six, in time to listen to the five minute KPFA News before Democracy Now! came on. I skipped the so-called blood pressure med I was taking for ocular migraines when I got up and then checked the blood pressure that was within at the usual 110/70 range. OK. Lets see how it looks when I get back home again.

The restaurant was open when I arrived at just before seven and so ordered the avocado and cheese omelet, country potatoes, toast and coffee as I was reading the papers. More stories about heat waves and climate change. Seems it's here and flexing its muscles.

The usual pictures on the walk home. Overcast setting out, but the sun close to breaking through. Sunny by the time I was writing this. The blood pressure came in at 92/65, the same low reading of recent mornings after returning from breakfast, although I'm not experiencing the light headed aspects, at least not any as strong as they've been earlier this week. Hmm.

Looks nice out there, must be something I can get my head around that will get me outside later.

Ha!

I write these things and don't even flinch.

Later. Watched more of the Australian series on the tablet until I gave up and headed over to the construction site up the way to take a picture, taking all of maybe five minutes. It doesn't show any progress I'm able to distinguish, but the temperature was nice even if it didn't encourage me to wander on to more interesting places.

The blood pressure at least has been good.

Later still. A bath while listening to the PBS News Hour playing on the radio in the bedroom to then lie down for an hour, zoning in and out of consciousness. Which I evidently needed.

Evening. Watched the first episode of a new season of the Happy Valley series on PBS at eight, immediately remembering their accents made it almost unintelligible to the point I was guessing at half the plot. Remembered watching the first season episodes back whenever. Odd, quirky and ultimately interesting even if it was hard to follow.

The San Francisco LGBT Pride Parade taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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