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June 19, 2013

At The Extremes
Wednesday. I did get to bed reasonably early last night, started a second Maigret mystery in bed, just the first two short chapters, but got to sleep just after ten and arose at eight. Slept in and got up thinking I'd like even more sleep to get what was clearly an addled head straight as the sinuses were aching and the overall attitude was less than great.

Still, a walk on a sunny morning to spend two hours over the papers and breakfast. I'm not sure how accurately I was in judging my general condition while sitting and reading, but the walk back to the apartment became an adventure with the familiar visual ocular effects and the scrambled head of the too recent past. In other words the world was closing in and I felt like crap.

Up on the elevator to the apartment fumbling with the keys when one of the ocular sparkly edged blobs that so far I've only been able to see when I close my eyes was now visible with the eyes open in the darkened hallway and I couldn't quite identify the right key. To bed right away for the rest of the morning, the ocular effects seeming to leave once the head hit the pillow, but the morning obviously shot.

What does this portend for thee and me?

For now it tells us to be very fucking careful about getting to bed late and logging enough sleep. Otherwise who knows? We'll learn as we go. Is this the condition for the coming years, however many there may be? One reason I skip the obituaries: too many people leaving with years less than mine.

Later. OK, it's settled down a bit. Took until well into the afternoon to finish yesterday's entry and to post. The mind was not in a place to coherently edit until later and I'm not sure even later made a difference. We're doing OK at the moment, but just.

Later still. Another nap, another lie down on the bed to drift off to wherever one drifts to when the eyes close and time blinks by, eventually getting up and walking to the 7-11 look-alike for an ice cream cone and a packet of peanuts, because that was all I could think that I'd actually eat. (Not so sure now about those peanuts.) And to finally see, now that the head was finally on straight, that the morning and early afternoon were quite a bit foggier than I earlier understood and whatever editing I'd done was done at half power.

Or something like that.

Or something like that. Unfortunately for the both of us.

It's now four, we'll see if we can't go through the guitar lesson a couple of times to get the chords down, not let it slide. Don't want to leave it until the last minute. This is a song that was assigned as a lesson now months back, but I haven't looked at or gone through its chord changes the way I've been going through this last week's lesson's chord changes since it was reassigned. Be interesting to hear how it sounds. Be nice to have had a recording of that first lesson, see how better it sounds this time around.

Evening. Nothing on television, so I finished the third season's Spiral chapters at ten, all twelve of them and went to bed. An odd and idiosyncratic look at the French court system and police, how it integrates into the French political system. One hopes it doesn't represent reality in the same way, say, The Sopranos doesn't represent the American political system, courts and police except at the extremes.

The photo up top was taken yesterday at the pergola along Lake Merritt with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 24-70mm f/4.5-5.6 VR Nikkor lens.