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July 9, 2018


Monday. Lights out after nine, probably too early since I awoke at five-thirty, similar to the time I awoke yesterday and taking my time getting up and getting ready, the blood pressure coming in at 105/75. Much better than last night's 138/84. Which is what I was expecting after taking the blood pressure med last night before bed.

A bright rising sun walking to breakfast, warm enough that the eyes weren't watering. Which is good. A little slow, the walking, but otherwise feeling reasonably whole. Ordered the single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, one pound over the target on the scale this morning, but what the hell, pound or not, I was hungry.

Skinny papers on Mondays and so finished reading by eight-thirty to set out for home. Walking to breakfast you often as not wonder how much farther, how much longer will it take before I get there, while walking home with the camera in hand goes by like a shot. The usual snapshot of the Lime scooters (there were a couple of individual Bird scooters on the sidewalk walking to breakfast that were now gone) and then a snapshot of a Trump sticker on a parked car just because. Again, as said, the walk home seems shorter than the walk to, the difference being the interaction with my surroundings.

Nice temperature so far, we'll at least peek at the construction site just up the way and maybe, as we always say about now, find an excuse to go out again on this Monday, a day for crappy television. We won't, of course, but the thought is nice.

Later. An hour's attempt at a nap, the upper palate aching more than I like, something it's been doing now recently, getting up finally to walk up to the construction site to see if anything was going on. A couple of workers were busy on the building, another was nearby picking up tools from a parked truck and so a picture. Again, no thought to head on to anywhere else.

Evening. Nothing I wanted to watch on television this evening, skipping both Father Brown and Dr. Blake Mysteries and heading for bed to take the blood pressure at nine, two hours after having taken the blood pressure med: 104/67. About right for sleeping, close to too low for daytime or any other time being up and getting around.

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